- "I think someone spiked the punch." "No shit."
- Percy/Leo
- Romantic

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The blasting, ear-splitting volume of the iconic Christmas songs vibrated through the air, deafening the house's occupants and further irritating the long line of neighbours with even longer lists of complaints.

The majority of the party's - because, of course, the group of friends were at a party - occupants were teenagers, most of whom seemed pretty unbothered about the intensity of the cheerful melodies.

Many of them bobbed, and jigged, and shimmied from different points of the room, though two figures in particular continued to draw the attention of everyone not otherwise engaged.

The two bodies were friends, assumedly, going on the comfortability the two seemed to have between them.

The shorter, far more enthused dancer of the two, grinned widely as he capered closer and closer to his taller friend. The red solo cup in his hand, matching every other cup in the hands of over half the room's inhabitants, teetered from side to side dangerously. That, coupled with the precarious back and forths the cup performed, sloshed the brightly coloured, fruity liquid around recklessly.

"Percy!" The shorter boy shouted gleefully, clearly happy to see his inebriated companion. His companion seemed to feel the very same way, by the looks of his newly pinkened cheeks and pearly white smile.

"Leo!" Percy exclaimed, before leaning in to whisper in Leo's ear; his voice was way louder than what he thought was a hushed whisper. "I think someone spiked the punch."

Leo cackled to himself after hearing the older boy's theory, nodding along emphatically with Percy's words.

"No shit."

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Fifteen shared dances later (approximately six ear-peircing Christmas songs), the two boys swayed to a slower rhythm, their bodies pressed tight against each other. They were gone to everything but the little bubble they had unconsciously formed around themselves, now softly nudging their faces together in a drunken caress. Their bright red, plastic cups lay abandoned on the floor - empty, thankfully.

(Though only because what had been left before their arrival on the floor had either been chugged or spilt down themselves.)