Derek frowned as he looked over his shoulder at Wadcock, who now had a showy grip on his date. He didn't really feel the urge to call him out or make a scene—it didn't seem worth it, and he had a feeling it would embarrass Mira more than it would earn her favour. Not to mention the fact that he was supposed to uphold keeping the peace, not intentionally disturb it, even if he was off the clock.
Even if he really, really hated being slapped on the shoulder.
"Sounds good," he said easily, trying to diffuse the situation. That had never been his forte. He considered himself an affable, easy-going sort in school, but if someone deliberately flouted his principles or continued to bait him, he was more than happy to end the fight. Sometimes start one, when it meant helping the people he cared about. After training as a Hit-wizard, he tried to model himself after Dimitri, who was just as hot-headed as he was, but had the advantage of age and experience to temper him. He might even have gotten there, but after everything went all to hell, he itched for the fight. Not even to make a point, not for any sense of misconstrued justice, but just to be destructive.
Perhaps he was finding his stride again.
"The—erm, pink and fizzy drinks seem to be the real star of the evening?" he offered, his arm tightening slightly around her as he scanning the room for a tray or what corner the bar was in.
Arista stared at the girl's rather imposing date, wondering at the dynamics of this old relationship. From Seth's rather drunken and belligerent attitude, she thought the woman he was trying to show Arista off to must have broken up with him in a bitter, callous way. But from this other witch's reaction, she was suddenly unsure.
And suddenly very aware of Seth's hand on her hip.
Still smiling brightly, she pushed the hand holding her glass to his chest to stay him and matter-of-factly said, "I can't stand dancing." Her gaze darted back to the couple whose backs were now turned on them, and allowed her face to relax for a minute as she drilled a finger into his chest and hissed, "And by being within a foot of you, I don't think I'm all right to Apparate!"
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