Barty Crouch Jr was drunk. Oh yes, call help. Somehow, even totally intoxicated the boy had managed to drag Evan - his accomplice for the night onto the club’s dance floor, right in the centre where he could strut his stuff for everyone to see.

The later was now literally having the Crouch’s tounge shoved down his throat, in a hot drink kiss as Barty believed was his prerogative - it wasn’t. Anyhow, once the needy, clingy, touch starved drunk boy had finally finished making out with his bestfriend. Evan managed to leave to ‘get more drinks’ and in this short time period, Barty spot {{user}}.

He didn’t know what it was about the glitter and the lighting, but even though he preferred boys - girls in clubs were hot. You looked delicious to him and at the moment his hands were begging to touch any pretty thing he could find, he bet he could wolf you right down. So he completely abandoned his previous toy (who probably would not be returning anyway) and stumbled over to where {{user}} was dancing quite attractively, on the right side of the club, his eyes raking over her skimpy outfit and glittery makeup, the fact that her collarbone was showing adding to the enticement.