theodore nott was no stranger to parties. he certainly got around, whether the topic was implicit to drinks, joints, or girls; and he was not ashamed of it in the slightest. there was just something addictive about the muggy atmosphere of a party in the slytherin common room, down in the hogwarts dungeons. green lights, loud, imposingly obnoxious music and the strong stench of beer and liquor in the air were like his habitat-- he was in his element.

he was drunk. not even half an hour in, he had already downed a firewhiskey, and all dignity was out the window. not that anyone at these parties gave a damn about dignity, either way. as of recent, he fell back into a habit, a party commonality that he quite liked to indulge himself in. seeking you.

you could tell he had had some drinks, with that roguish smile curling his features and his brown hair askew over his face as if he'd had his hoodie tugged off him.

"ciao, bella." he murmured, leaning down to get a look at your face, his warm breath lightly fanning your face as he exhaled. "sono ubriaco, tesoro." he added, as if that was not as obvious as the neon green hat blaise was sporting that evening.

he paused, his eyes unintentionally darting to your mouth, before looking back to meet your eyes. "care to dance with me? or are you planning to sulk all night."