Trowa had been lingering upstairs, his left hand rested high on the wall above the blonde head of the girl he was chatting up. With his beer in hand it was clear where he was getting his confidence from but he was far from drunk and certainly far from sober. He still had his head screwed on right though and when Barney stormed upstairs incensed, Trowa immediately called out to him. Barney glanced around and Trowa smirked before calling his name again, a more sing-song lilt to his voice this time. Barney’s eyes finally found Trowa and he sidled over, his gaze finding the pretty little blonde quicker than Trowa had. Smirking, the Ravenclaw leaned over and grabbed another beer off of the side. He popped the cap off with the bottle opener he had on his keys and thrust it into the waiting hands of Barney who, much to Trowa’s dismay, was having trying his hand on the blonde.
“So where did you come from?” Trowa asked, clinking his bottle against Barney’s. “Surely you don’t have trouble pulling,” Trowa joked. Barney made a face but smiled nonetheless.
“I was trying to get Renny to lighten up,” He explained, his fingers coming to play idly with the curls that sat on the blonde’s chest. She smiled and gave a little squeal of appreciation. At this, Trowa couldn’t help but smirk. “Some guy decided he wanted to play Prince Charming though. He’s trying to sober her up down there.” Barney made a face. “In my defence...it’s better off her being pissed rather than sober. Could you imagine what she’d do when this place dissolved into a massive orgy?”
“What’s an orgy?” The blonde purred breathily, pushing herself into Barney who, appropriately, blanched. “Do you think,” she gave a little giggle, “you could show me?” Barney’s arm wound around her waist and a slow smirk spread onto his lips. Trowa chuckled and Barney looked over the blonde’s head at Trowa.
“Feel like a ménage à trois, Trowa?” Barney joked with a wide grin.
Trowa laughed, “I’ll find you later mate – though, I think the blonde has friends. Have fun with them won’t you?”
So Trowa left poor Barney to have the time of his life with the blonde and her friends and decided it best to go and check on Renny and her recently acquired Prince Charming. Taking a swig of his beer, Trowa weaved through the people, only stopping to greet someone or wish someone luck with their ménage à trois, quatre or cinq. He finished up his beer just before he got into the kitchen and grabbed another before opening the door and letting free a half naked couple who needed to find a bedroom or a place to shag before they did so in front of Renny. Trowa smiled and stepped away to let them pass and watched them go with a smirk on his face. He laughed a little and jumped into the kitchen, deciding to forgo the steps down. He landed easily and found Renny more or less immediately – and the guy who he assumed was playing ‘Prince Charming’.
Trowa sidled over, grabbing another beer from the table, and came up behind Renny. He draped himself over her and brought his lips to her cheek, kissing her three times before dangling the beer in front of her face.
“How are you, beautiful?” He asked with a wide grin on his face. Trowa glanced over at Prince Charming and nodded before leaning over and putting the beers on the table. “Now do tell...what’s this about you drinking? I like the sound of it to be honest though I don’t suggest you drink Vodka. Stick to beer, darling...you’ll last longer. Now...can I steal you from Prince Charming and get you blind drunk? I promise I won’t let you get into a ménage à trois...unless of course it’s your decision.” Trowa snickered a little. “Let go of your inhibitions, baby, just go with it. Barney has gotten incredibly lucky and I envy him. Though...I reckon I’d rather get drunk with you than end up stark naked wrapped around some random in the morning. So...to drink or not to drink? You can’t sit around and wait for Piper forever, Ren. She’ll live. It’s time for you to start living your life.”