Bass was thumping the floor so hard that Barty was half sure the entire floor was about to collapse under their feet. Not that he would've been able to complain much, not even thinking about danger at the party.

The whole Slytherin common room smelt like alcohol and definitely weed, especially since Barty had a joint in his hand right then and had definitely had a few before. But no thoughts lasted long enough against the intoxication of his mind to be a worry.

Instead Barty was half laid slouched across a sofa with a bottle of Firewhiskey in his hand. He could hear people drunkenly attempting to sing the loud music that definitely had some volume charms added to it.

Even if he went completely deaf at twenty then Barty wouldn't be able to complain. Especially when right at that moment Evan walked back over from whatever he'd been doing. Barty didn't care enough before he pulled Evan down and shifted so he was slung over his bestfriend.

It was completely normal. Barty was extremely touchy when high off his ass. And just in general. With Evan. Completely and absolutely normal. Just Barty being an idiot and liking how Evan's body felt, especially when those strong arms pulled him closer even as Evan's face stayed bare of much emotion.