So it was well past his birthday, but, as he kept reminding himself, he was Draco Bloody Malfoy, and he could do whatever struck his fancy. That he was a victim of mood swings was no secret. The wizard hadn't felt like having a party on his birthday, but now he did. Deal with it, friends. And so, with the 'fuck it, let's do this right,' attitude, Draco prepared for his party.
There was booze, there was finger food for the peckish, there were lights boosting the mood of the music - music that made you want to sing and dance and twirl and just feel good. With the crowd packing the place, the atmosphere was loud, jovial, glittery, and bouncy with intensity. The birthday boy, clad in
attire and attitude fit for such an occasion, was not without a drink in hand despite taking his enjoyment of the dance floor.
Come in, grab a drink, and party until your face melts. The host will not consider his party a success unless half the place wakes up the next morning in equal parts vomit, glitter, and lacking clothes.
[...Don't look at me - this is all his doing. I guess he needed a little stress relief? Tag the man in the subject line if you want him! BTW, if you're interested in this sort of thing, I've got a playlist for the party on Spotify here:
Bounce. I'll likely be adding to it for a few days so it can be enjoyed over and over for those pups that like long threads. :)]