"How do you feel about coming home with me tonight?" Draco drawled, placing a cold, dry hand on Parvati's arm. The smoke from the candle she blew out drifted like a halo around their heads.
"I guess you weren't technically lying when you said this costume would be more conservative than your previous ones," he said wryly, his gray eyes eying her endless legs through his mask.
"Would you like to try our signature cocktail, Venom?"
It was a concoction he and Dina had cooked up. They wanted something morbid looking, and had gotten very drunk in the process of finding the perfect mix. Dina had puked, and made Draco promise not to tell anyone. She wanted to keep her "Vomit Free since '93" catch phrase.
A tray full of the aforementioned drinks floated by. Heavy bottomed glasses were filled with an opaque, maroon colored liquid that occasionally puffed out wisps of black smoke.