“Well, I have to amuse myself somehow,” Tybalt quipped back with a grin, just as teasing. That much was true - it was terribly easy to be bored at these sort of things, because these sort of things only lent themselves to small talk and this event didn’t even have any figurine-quidditch to preoccupy himself with like Prewett’s do last month.
(Apparently what this event had was a very keen staff, and some extremely convenient ruses to create some rare privacy. Honestly, he couldn’t quite fathom why, unless the hostess of the evening had a history of scandal of her own, and was weirdly sympathetic towards people in stupid situations like he and Elsie were. Or was merely waiting to catch them out. Oh, he didn’t know. It was difficult enough to bring himself to care.)
Because he had still been grinning at the way she’d stopped drinking the champagne and then apparently forgotten that tactic before giving the drink up for good. About to say something snarky about that, Tyb could not even pretend to have been expecting what Elsie said next, and narrowly avoided spraying out the last bit of champagne on his tongue in surprise. “Wait, later? What are we doing later?” Tybalt asked, an eyebrow shooting upwards intently, sure he couldn’t be imagining the suggestion in the word. He bit down on his lip to contain the sudden thrill of anticipation - and the expression on his face, hopefully, too.
(Apparently what this event had was a very keen staff, and some extremely convenient ruses to create some rare privacy. Honestly, he couldn’t quite fathom why, unless the hostess of the evening had a history of scandal of her own, and was weirdly sympathetic towards people in stupid situations like he and Elsie were. Or was merely waiting to catch them out. Oh, he didn’t know. It was difficult enough to bring himself to care.)
Because he had still been grinning at the way she’d stopped drinking the champagne and then apparently forgotten that tactic before giving the drink up for good. About to say something snarky about that, Tyb could not even pretend to have been expecting what Elsie said next, and narrowly avoided spraying out the last bit of champagne on his tongue in surprise. “Wait, later? What are we doing later?” Tybalt asked, an eyebrow shooting upwards intently, sure he couldn’t be imagining the suggestion in the word. He bit down on his lip to contain the sudden thrill of anticipation - and the expression on his face, hopefully, too.
