<div class="floatleft">(https://assets.teenvogue.com/photos/5c3fb4eae6787a2d54b09f98/master/w_1600,c_limit/IMG_3207.JPG)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Joseph 'Joey' Kingston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14706442#msg14706442)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | 5th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 13.5" | Red Oak | Rougarou hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A loose fitting shirt, not fully buttoned, three gold chains and a pair of dark blue jeans.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Main Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> And we can do this until we pass out<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Tinie Tempah Ft. Labrinth - Pass Out (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmXiLTfQFOM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>  Lydia</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Joey just flashed a warm smile when she agreed she wasn't alone. It said a lot, without making it clear exactly what it did say. He was very glad that she leaned up against him, feeling very comfortable with his broad arm tight around the beautiful girl. He had to tell her tonight. Joey always told his mates to just man up and say it, whatever it was they might be holding in. And, really, he had to live by his own advice on that one.<br/><br/>"Good gyal." He replied quickly, liking that she was up for drinking anything. He winked back as he said it, not quite thinking how those words combined with a wink might come across to her. It was still hard to tell if she was really interested in him or just had a crush but felt he wasn't right for her. Joey had never been much good at working that out past interest. And that much was clear.<br/><br/>There was no way he wouldn't slightly chuckle at her little rhyme. Shaking his head slightly his eyes lit up a little at the suggestion she might jump his bones. He wondered if she meant it. Judging by the blush there was more to it than an idle joke, but he was distracted as he caught a hold of his drink and, well practiced with brandy, downed it with little real effort. Smiling playfully he decided he wouldn't let go of her little comment. "I wouldn't blame you." He replied, setting the glass down before continuing. "I'd encourage you." This time he didn't laugh. There was still a light hearted expression on his face, but a slightly more serious edge to his eyes that suggested he probably meant this.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was due to the brandy reviving his buzz from earlier but one way or another he felt encouraged to see where this all might lead. It was worth finding out one way or another and Joey had certainly waited a long time. In an effort to make his seriousness known Joey did the best he could think of. Where her hand was on her glass he gently reached out, enjoying the way their incredibly different skin tones sharply contrasted even under the red lights of the party he took her hand in his, aiming to interlock their fingers and let them both look at each other, away from the bar for now. He could feel the buzz of the alcohol, but the nerves were having a much more notable effect. Anxiety wasn't a feeling he experienced often, but for all his confidence in the casual side of intimacy he wasn't very self-assured when it came to romance. And he couldn't truly be sure that this would turn out to be romance at all. But, for a change, he found himself wanting something more than a single night of fun.