Chapter 13: Party Down
Draco was staring. He couldn't really help it; it was something he never thought he'd see. The Weasley girl… looking admittedly fit… whispering in Blaise's ear? He had to be imagining things. Blaise, of all people?
Then again, girls did tend to fawn over him, just as they did with Draco. It was like they didn't care what a hedonistic self-absorbed ass he was.
Any hypocrisy in that thought was completely lost on Draco.
He looked back into his drink, and suddenly became aware that he had been talking with someone. The girl - dressed as what Draco interpreted to be some sort of sexy animal - was still blathering away, her words grating on him with each passing minute. Honestly, as though he cared at all about her sister's wedding…
"I'm going to go get a drink," he interrupted her, putting a hand on her leotard-clad shoulder.
"But-" the girl looked at his well-stocked glass, her moderately attractive face twisted in confusion, but he was already using his conveniently placed hand to scoot her out of his way.
"Nice to meet you." His words were polite, but dismissive, as he pushed by.
"But-" she faltered again, her voice disappearing in the crowd as he left her, "-we've known each other all term!"
Draco was filling his glass for the… he didn't know how much he'd had to drink, but it couldn't have been that much: he could still remember this weekend's assignments without strain, and wasn't having the urge to get into a fight for no particular reason. Hesitating as he tipped the bottle, he halted. Fuck this. Dropping the whiskey bottle, and pouring the rest of his own glass straight down his throat, he grabbed up a bottle of spiced rum. Once the fire had cleared from his throat, he raised it above the crowd as he turned to bellow out over the attendees; "Who wants shots?!"
There was something amazingly powerful about being the man with the bottle (or bottles, in Draco's case). Somehow, everyone wanted you and no one really cared how nice you were to them. It was like a dream come true, to some extent. Girls practically kneeling before him for a maple syrup shot… yeah, there was definitely a power trip that Draco thoroughly enjoyed.
The party was well into phase three as the clock hands ticked past midnight, with the house the most packed it'd been all night. Everyone was drinking and dancing and laughing and shouting. Draco had spotted Pansy out on the smoking deck, her hands disappearing down the front of Niles Hanley's trousers, and Theo Nott was seemingly doing well chatting with Tracey Davis (their on-again/off-again relationship was notoriously heated). Everyone he spotted seemed to be having a good time.
As he surveyed the party, Draco's eyes found Blaise out on the dance floor, greeting an old friend with an overly-familiar kiss on the lips. Draco began to wonder where the Weaslette had disappeared to.
He pushed through the crowd to his best mate. "Zabini-" he nudged his friend with one of the bottles, drawing his attention away from the girl he'd just greeted.
"Draco-" Blaise glanced at the bottles, not at all bothered by the intrusion, as his newly greeted friend took the cold shoulder in stride, melting into the crowd, away from the two boys. "Whatcha got?"
The blonde shook his head with a smirk, "Only rum and buttershots, I'm afraid–" as Blaise reached for the rum, Draco pulled it away, a smug look on his face. He lowered his voice; "I thought you were more in the mood for a redheaded slut." He raised an eyebrow, questioningly.
Despite the several drinks that had the black-haired boy slightly glazed over, he caught on quickly, and smirked back cockily. "And where did our delicious delinquent scamper off to?" he asked, jovially, slinging an arm around Draco in what Draco might've correctly guess to be a height-augmentation tactic, trying to see over the crowd into the kitchen.
It was precisely at that moment that Draco spotted the ginger-colored hair heading toward the stairs to the basement. Without a second thought, he looked back to Blaise and said, smoothly, "No idea. Maybe the living room?" He wasn't exactly sure why he was lying. He just knew that he didn't want Blaise getting in the way.
In the way? Of what? He couldn't even answer his own thoughts as he patted Blaise's shoulder, sending him toward the living room as the blonde made his way to the stairs.
He hesitated at the top, and took a swig of rum straight from the bottle before leaving the drinks on a table and heading down. He wasn't sure what he was planning. But he knew the Weasley girl, just like any girl he'd ever set his sights on, wouldn't be able to resist. And once he'd dealt with her, he could finally get her out of his head.
A/N: Wowza, seems like everyone loves a certain flirtatious gentleman-cad. Thanks to She Who Must Not Be Tamed and GreyWolf2907 for the reviews, and to the new followers! I like two new reviews (and I'm going to be crazy busy tomorrow driving to school and may not be able to post), so I've decided today to post TWO new chapters.
Enjoy!
-Turner
Oh, and fun fact: Never watched Party Down until I decided to name this chapter, then I watched two seasons in two days. Great show, by the way.
