⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀James loved being the designated non-drunk person at parties. Of course he loved being drunk too, but nothing could beat the way smiling came easy to him as he watched underaged people try to drink responsibly: They usually failed.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"You're such a bad bartender," Lily Evans said breezily, walking up with her off the shoulder top and heels that made her taller than him. "You just have a table, not an actual bar."
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Bars are overrated." James beamed at her. "Tables are the new bars, Evans, don't you know?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Lily rolled her emerald green eyes, tapping her nails on the table like Shere Khan from The Jungle Book.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Just get me a Heineken, Potter."
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀If James was a legend, Lily was a marvel, he thought to himself as he reached under his very dignified table to get her drink. And James was definitely a legend - a hockey star in high school and the child of the most popular shampoo company CEO in the world.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He held the little translucent bottle with its foil cap out to Lily, who snatched it and turned on her heel to walk away.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"All right, Evans, come back soon!" he called after her retreating back. "Who's next?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Right on cue, a disheveled boy materialized in front of James. He wore a large red coat, a pale blue sweater, and dark blue jeans - altogether, he looked a bit strange, but James reminded himself cheerfully that this was New York, and nothing was strange there (literally nothing. He was even used to joking around with the nude guitar player on the streets of Broadway).
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Hey," the boy said, slapping his hands down on the table, looking like he was trying to take in all the drinking options at once. "Can I get a water?"
