Though the air in the kitchen felt cleaner - possibly because the human smells were drowned by the clinical smell of the hard liquor that surrounded Harry - but the image of Draco and Chad kissing still clung to Harry like a bad stink. It was nauseating in every way, and going against all of his instincts, Harry poured himself another drink.<br/>With a groan, Harry seated himself on the cleanest spot on the counter. It wasn't in any way ideal; the counter felt sticky against his palm when he touched it and there was a constant traffic around him, but at least the music wasn't booming and most importantly, Harry couldn't see Draco and Chad.