It had been an hour since James and he had arrived at the venue. Scorpius spent about half an hour just admiring the place and the beautiful, beautiful people it beheld. There was a general sense of merriment, and people, non-discriminantly chatted away. He had been summoned into discussions of all kinds: about fashion, and currency, and travel, and Muggle Magic. Even when he had no clue what was going on, explanations were given and opinions were passed along. When the bar opened, people happily went ahead and drank all kinds of Muggle liquor. James tagged him along and made him taste something called coke, which he absolutely detested the first time he drank it. James smugly added rum into his own and chugged away. "Ah! The benefits of being of age!" he said, as he winked. He then asked for gin and tonic and gave a Scorpius a shot. "Perks of being my best friend."

About an hour later, a very drunk James Potter had to be seated down at a table near where old ladies were seated, and even though Scorpius didn't see it, James went on bragging about being chosen into a Quidditch Team to very un-interested ladies. No, Scorpius couldn't see that drama unfolding around him, because he felt a tap at his shoulder.

"Come dance with us?" a very breathless Rose asked him. "I've been looking all over for you! Ah, James! Is he drunk already?What a tosser!"
"Rosieeeee," James squealed. (Yes, he actually squealed.) "I'm not drunk at all. Soco... Sroco... This blondie here just wants me to sit with these very fine, but very old women for the rest of the thing."
"Okay, Jamsie Poo. You're not drunk at all. We're taking turns in dancing. Let your blondie boy come dance with us now, and we'll come get you later, cool?"
"Noooooooo," he moaned. "Can't I also dance with you?"
Rose completely ignored him and winked at Scorpius. "Ready for some action, blondie boy?"
Scorpius blinked twice, and slowly nodded. "Please let the name not stick, Merlin!" he prayed, just as Rose laughed out loud. "Yeah, you wish!"
She dragged him to the dance floor, where Albus, Hugo, Lily, and Rachel were already dancing to the upbeat number that was blaring from somewhere. Rose and Scorpius broke the circle and danced with them.

After a good forty five minutes, all of them were panting. They looked for a chair, as some representative of the American Ministry went up onto the stage where the orchestra were playing and gave a short address about the Wizarding War and how it has also affected the world in general. He then called upon the golden trio to give a speech, at which point Rose got up and announced it's time for them to go eat.

When all the boring formalities and speeches were done with (at which point they had already chugged down a lot of butterbeer), the dancing resumed, and he watched as Rose went around the room dancing and what his parents called mingling with other people. He couldn't help but watch in awe as she floats down and around the dance floor. Rachel comes in and says hello to him. "She's looking too pretty, isn't she?" Scorpius realised he was staring again, but how could he not? He smiled at her, and said "Indeed. But so are you. And everyone around here." Rachel looked up at him and smiled. "You're fuzzy." Scorpius looked at her, and realised how pretty she was, with her blonde hair and her blue eyes- the idea of perfection. "Does prettiness run in your family?" he asked, smirking. "Well there you go!" she returned, smacking him on his arm, "and we're not related, just friends."

Rose came in from behind and tugged on his arm, and said "Scorpius! Come dance with me! All the others are related! Curse of being a Weasley. Ugh" She was clearly a little tipsy. He shot an apologetic smile at Rachel and went ahead with her.
He rolled up his sleeves and danced carelessly for what seemed like a lifetime with the enigmatic Rose Granger-Weasley.

"I don't want to sound rude, but how come Rachel is here? Isn't she a Muggle?"
It was late, and the orchestra had started playing slow love songs.
"Sshh. I love this song."
Scorpius tried to catch some of the lyrics to the slow croon-

Love was just a glance away, a warm embracing dance away
And ever since that night, we've been together
Lovers at first sight, in love forever
It turned out so right for strangers in the night

"I hope you don't mind," Rose said, as she rested her head on his shoulder, "I'm feeling a little dizzy."
Scorpius let out a small sigh.
And through the night, the two of them swayed to a bunch of love ballads, with his arms around her, steadying, and hers around his neck.
Rose Granger-Weasley is going to be the death of me.