#beck's buzzed and has a lot of feelings i guess lol

[maggicktouched]

“Too bad, Beck. You’re stuck with me” // draco

"Oh please tell me you aren't mad enough to think I was flirting with that man." She teased quietly, taking a sip from the champagne in her glass. Alcohol had never really agreed with her much, and she wasn't fond of the taste even when the quality was so fine, but people gave her odd looks when she turned down drinks at parties. The last thing she needed was an article in a tabloid speculating whether or not she was pregnant.

Jealousy and possessiveness were just similar enough to insecurity that they seemed like feelings that would be beneath Draco Malfoy. They also weren't the sort of feelings that she---someone so fixated on her own freedom---should find alluring in anyone. And yet here they both were.

"We were just talking, my love." Beck said tiredly. She sat her empty glass on a tray as it lazily floated by and took a fresh one from another that followed after it. Drunk was a bit too dramatic for how she felt at the moment, but she was getting a bit glassy-eyed and tired. She would have been content to sit quietly at a table by herself and watch the rest of the evening as the party dwindled down and came to its inevitable end. There was a melancholic beauty to watching these sort of things die; following the lazy downward spiral of every balloon, listening to the distant clicking of heels in the entryway, smelling the crisp, citrusy mop water and polish as the lights went low.

She wouldn't be so lucky. People rarely left her alone. At first she thought they hoped to endear themselves to her in order to get to Draco, but time had shown her that wasn't true. These people had known Draco his whole life, they knew his favor could not be so easily won. No. They sought her out for the novelty of her. Here she was a lion dressed in silks and fine jewels, tamed and declawed to the delight of the crowd. They did not so much as like her as they liked to witness the spectacle of her here, a place where she so clearly did not belong. A wild thing held without ropes or cages, close enough to touch, demure enough to needle without fear of claws. No matter how gentle she spoke or how sweetly she smiled, they could see the truth of her in her eyes, and they courted with the danger of it only because they were so certain of Draco's control over her.

She hated them for it.

But she didn't hate Draco.

... What had they been talking about?

She intertwined their arms, walking along side him. She couldn't deny that she loved way the whole world sparkled. The shimmering twinkle of the chandelier bounced off the crystal glasses and bubbling champagne, contrasting with the humble glow of candles spreading their gentle light across the painstakingly polished floor below. And everything from floor to ceiling glittered silver and gold and smelled of expensive perfumes. The people danced in velvet robes, swaying like a tide. Their laughter was so muted it could barely be heard above the music, the low muttering of their voices hypnotic and calm. The sight itself was just as intoxicating as the booze.

"It's late." She sighed, slowly drumming her fingers on his coat where her hand rested. "Perhaps you wouldn't need to worry so much about who I'm talking to if you were the only one left to entertain me."

Make them go home. She wanted to beg. Make them leave us be. Let me bask in the afterglow and take in the grandeur of the ballroom when it is empty. But she couldn't say that. It would annoy him.

She raised the glass to her lips and took another sip, resigning herself to her fate for the evening. The taste was starting to grow on her.