The music was deafening. It was a wonderful thing to hear, the drums beating his eardrums, the guitar controlling his thoughts and the words of the song controlling his emotions. The throng of people around him heated his body temperature, causing him to reach for his drink- a fancy concoction that made his thoughts fuzzy and his eyes foggy and his feet not walk in a straight line. It was bright pink, though, which was always a good thing.
This atmosphere was so different than the suffocating, no nonsense one back home, or the stifling, controlling one back at the school. It was wonderful. It was hypnotic. It was incredible. It was mind-blowing.
Albus clearly did not agree. He was sitting in the corner booth, a soda in front of him, a closed book in front of him- clearly, he had finished it, though how he could hear his own thoughts, Scorpius had no idea- and was glaring sullenly into the crowd. Or, more specifically, at the other teenage boy that was dancing a little too close to Scorpius, even for Scorpius' own tastes.
Pushing the other boy away, he stumbled through the crowd to Al's booth, sliding into the seat next to the brunette, cradling the bright pink drink in his left hand. "Hey," he said conversationally, and Al's nose wrinkled in distaste.
Scooting closer to the wall, Al retorted, "Your breath stinks, Scor. This was a terrible idea, and I hate it here."
He blinked, staring into the green of Al's eyes, then shrugged. "It's the last night of Christmas break, and you're sitting here in the corner, telling me my breath stinks," he clarified; surprisingly clear for how many of those drinks he had consumed.
"Yes," Al told him flatly, the glare on his face clear even to Scorpius' fuzzy eyesight.
"Is there anything I can do to make you happier?" he asked, sliding closer to the Potter.
In response, Al handed him a piece of mint gum, took the drink and handed it to the man walking by. Scorpius watched the man disappear with his drink into the crowd, and then turned back to Al with a scowl on his face. Al simply raised his eyebrow, and Scorpius scowled harder before chewing on the gum.
Two songs passed before the gum made Scorpius' teeth hurt, so he spat it out and stuck it to the underside of the table. "That is disgusting," Al told him, but Scorpius simply shrugged, turned back to the other boy, and kissed him full on the mouth.
Al made a startled noise, his mouth opening slightly. Scorpius took the opportunity to begin the French kissing. It wasn't long after that that Al surrendered to the kiss.
When they pulled away, Al said, "Don't kiss me again. Your breath tastes bad." Scorpius ignored this command in favor of kissing him again.