For the Night
Pairing: Marcus Flint x Dean Thomas
Word Count: 2,003
My first ever drabble for this fandom, but I had a ton of fun writing it! Hope ya’ll enjoy the angsty athlete and the charming art boy.
Marcus didn’t understand parties. He’d been to a chosen few in his life, mostly just bonfires or rallies before football games, which were moderately annoying but bearable. But this, this was bordering on repugnant. On Pansy’s insistence, he’d agreed to come, but standing in the middle of a pot-smoke-filled room, surrounded by kids with flowers tucked into their braids and chalk pastel drawings on their laps was making him wish he’d stayed in bed.
More than anything he wished he was at practice. Marcus’ attitude had gotten him in more than his fair share of trouble, but not even being able to participate in football practice due to his latest outburst was a new low. He didn’t even know you could be suspended from practices, but here he was, benched for an entire week.
His dark mood on the subject had resulted in not even showing up to watch and comment on plays, which probably hadn’t helped with the situation at all. Either way, it was too late to go back now that he was half way across town.
He looked around for anyone he cared to associate with, Pansy or Astoria or even Theo, but all he could see were vaguely familiar faces he was too bored to put names to. He wanted a drink, but everything here was fruity in the way that guaranteed a hangover, and Marcus was too pristine for anything less than an IPA or a few good shots of whiskey.
Barely restraining a groan of frustration, Marcus made his way toward the back door. He’d been to Daphne and Astoria’s house once before, and he knew they had a decent deck he could hide out on until Pansy was ready for a ride home. Briefly, he debated leaving her, but she was one of the few people who tolerated his dark moods, and he didn’t have the energy to deal with her vengeful side.