Scorpius took a long sip from the drink Albus had made him, which was fruity and only burned a tiny bit, right at the very end. It was way easier to get down than scotch or wine had ever been. He didn't understand how someone could throw themselves onto a stage and start singing and dancing like Albus was, but it was really nice to watch and listen to and maybe he could just spend the night hovering at the bar.
He'd figured out that he was gay, but he didn't know what he wanted to do about it yet, and maybe letting a cute, singing bartender make him drinks for a night was a good way to ease into everything. Coming into the bar and ordering something had been enough of a challenge on its own. When the performance ended, he clapped along with most of the rest of the bar.
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