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LOL I COULDN'T SLEEP :\
How happy was Tilden T. Toots that there were drinks of the alcoholic variety in the many that were offered? Very, was the answer! Really, he didn't care for the taste of alcohol that much, which was why he preferred his with lots and lots of delicious, sweet syrup mixed into his - a fact which always gave whoever knew him an uproarious laugh - but he always fiercely maintained that it didn't make him any less of a man! Tonight he had donned his finest dress robes, a dark midnight blue that shimmered ever so faintly with his every movement, robes that he and his best friend slash hetero life partner had picked out together during their last visit to Madam Malkin's.

Although he didn't want to get too smashed, Dorcas Meadowes kept passing him his favourite drinks, and who was he to turn down a pretty girl with a winning smile, although he often got the impression that she could beat him up with an arm tied behind his back? Yes, even a strapping young lad like himself? Somehow she had known about his not-so-secret admiration of the hostess of this fine party, and although he had been quite adamant against Dorcas's suggestions that he flirt with her (flirt with her, for heaven's sake, he had a girlfriend!), with every sip of the bright pink drink, the idea somehow became less intangible and insane, and more appealing. Besides, Gildy always said that there was nothing wrong with being friendly, right? Right!

So there he was, a slight wobble in his usual swagger, his finely chiseled features tinged with just the slightest red, as he downed his fifth drink (what a lush!), dark eyes scanning the crowd of brightly coloured dress robes for a certain Miss Rachel Englewood. Aha! There she was! He turned away from Stefana Catchlove, another very pretty girl - why, the whole place seemed to be packed with pretty girls tonght! A big, devastatingly handsome grin - or, rather, soppy, as one can argue that beauty is, after all, subjective - came to his face as he tapped the pretty brunette on the shoulder, and waited until she turned around before he spoke. "I just wanted to tell you that you're throwing a SMASHING party!" he cried, flinging his arms about in a sort of dramatic gesture to fully convey the full depth of his enthusiastic emotions. "Not only are you a great hostess, but did anyone tell you that you're sure beauuuutiful as well?"