Lick, Sip, and Suck - A Drarry oneshot
“I beg your pardon?” Draco stared at Weasley, sure that the drinks he had already consumed so far this evening had led him to mishear. “Did you just say the words lick, sip and suck to me?”
Weasley just shrugged and passed shot glasses to both Potter and Granger beside him. They were all crowded together against the busy bar, and Draco scowled every time a stranger bumped into him. He was pretty sure the acrid smell of stale cigarettes had seeped into the fibres of his clothes by now and he would need to throw them away. It was probably in his skin too. He hated this bar. He hated Weasley. He hated tequila and fiestas. He was too warm, too tipsy, and entirely too close to Potter.
“That’s the name of the game Malfoy. I didn’t make it up,” Weasley said as he offered a shot to Draco as well.
Draco stared at the glass skeptically, glanced at Potter who quirked an eyebrow at him, and then grudgingly accepted it. Potter was clearly challenging him and Draco couldn’t just give in.