Best to You ✸ Regulus Black

003. Tequila Lessons

AUGUST

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Merlin, he was so drunk. So, so, so, so drunk. He was sure it was morning by now. In fact, Regulus could see the pinks and oranges of the sky begin to rise. Christ, dawn already(?)-- that or the boy had had so many shots that he was confusing the sky for the lights of the bar that they still hadn't left.

The point being: Regulus was plastered. Mattia's bleach-blond hair could be spotted from inside as he was sharing a cigarette with a dark-skinned boy whom he had noticed while dancing. Beautiful tight curls rested on his head, a moustache sat above his plump lips and he was rather fashionable, more fashionable than Regulus could ever imagine himself to be. Inès however, was rather hard to keep track of. One minute she would be dancing with himself, the next she would be off talking to some people she apparently knew. It seemed Inès was rather a social butterfly, compared to Regulus's reserved moth demeanour. Equally beautiful, less recognised.

Too in his head, Regulus had lost her. Again. His eyes scanned the place, though his blurry vision was doing little to help him find the dark-haired girl. Tucked in a booth, next to what looked like the DJ, was the girl. Smiles wide, and thighs touching. Regulus could barely make out what was five feet in front of him, yet he managed to almost sober himself up as he watched the older boy slide a hand up Inès' cheetah print dress. It had ridden up too high, Reg could just make out her red lacy underwear. He decided this was not a time to think with his dick as he walked (stumbled) over to where she was being handed yet another drink.

"Inès."

"Regulus!" One of her award-winning smiles graced her face again. And Regulus never wanted them to be directed at anyone other than him. She was so incredibly beautiful. Though it seemed she always went for the wrong type. Sleazy and dirty. What was it with this girl and older men? Regulus wanted to throw her over his shoulder and keep her all to himself. To have those eyes look at him, those lips near his, and her thighs for him to devour, to touch, to love.

Love?

He barely knew her. Oh god, he felt nauseous again. How did she have such an effect on him? Normally, he would blame the witchcraft, some sort of spell. But this mere muggle. Simple herself.

He was sick. Very ill. Surely?

That was the only possible reason he was attracted to this immature, irresponsible, annoying, beautiful, alluring girl. He almost thought she was comparable to the stars, which is saying a lot due to Regulus' love for the celestial body. How strange it is to hold love for anything at all, especially when brought up in a world like Regulus'.

Her hand was on his arm and he couldn't breathe. She was merely using him as leverage to stand up but it seemed the single touch of her palm on his turned his being frozen. Sobered up and hairs raised. Along with the fact she was leaving the guy she was talking to to be with him. Him. It made him feel a certain sense of essentiality. Like she wanted him.

The DJ held her wrist tight, Regulus could tell by the way her body was seemingly being dragged back into the seat.

"Mi stai andando?" The man's grating voice questioned, almost making the girl shiver with disgust. She was starting to sober up. Did she really find this creep attractive?

"Sì, è presto" Inès whispered gently.

"Posso almeno avere il tuo numero?" Regulus watched as her nose scrunched up in uncertainty as she cringed and looked between the two boys. A look of guilt flashed across her eyes as she looked Regulus in the eyes and got a pen out of her small shoulder bag, wrote something down on a napkin and passed it to the DJ, who only smirked at the dark-haired boy as if to say I win.