Despite what you've been told, I once had a soul

For about half a second, Clair considered completely offloading Charlotte into Margo's care and going to find what he originally came for.

Right up until Margo mentioned free drinks.

It was a difficult choice.  Charlotte was so naive, something like this was exactly what he'd been trying to avoid by accompanying her and Darian in the first place.  On the other hand...

"Oh, yeah," he smirked.  "I'd love to learn how to do that."

There was there for five minutes because blonde hurricane named Margo came to them with Molly behind her. What, the two of them actually likes this place? What was that people saw in the place like this? Too many people, bad music, and everyone were almost drunk.

"Free drinks? Isn't it easier to just, I don't know, pay for them?" She looked at Margo confused. She had a hope that Clair or Darian would say something against that. But they didn't.
They betrayed her.

Clair agreed and after him, she heard Darian speak.
"Now, that is what I'm talking about. Let's party" she smiled and looked at Charlotte.
"C'mon Lottie, you lost the bet, after all, tonight you will have some fun" Charlotte frowned and looked at Margo again.

"Fine, why not" she tried to smile but it was more grimace.

Margo scoffed. "It's easier, sure, but it's also more expensive." She grinned and glanced over at Molly for approval, but the brunette had closed her eyes against the throbbing of the music. Typical.

Margo listened to the exchange and gave the two boys a brilliant smile, glad to have their support. She grinned at Charlotte's grimace and placed her hands on either side of the girl's face and stepped close, whispering. "Smile, babe. That's the first step." Her grin widened as she caught movement out of her peripheral. "And we already have our first patron."

An older looking man at the bar had caught sight of the intimate-looking moment between the girls. Margo grabbed Charlotte's hand and glanced over at the boys. "I'm going to get her a drink first. Molly'll help you out."

As Margo attempted to drag Charlotte away, Molly's eyelids slipped open and took the two boys in. She had no idea how men scored free drinks. She just wanted to dance. Her lips pursed and she shrugged. "C'mon," she said, turning to approach the bar.

Yeah, right.

Clair rolled his eyes as Margo tried to spirit Charlotte away. What was she thinking? She knew that he knew that she wasn't so much of a ditz as she liked to act. She surely knew he didn't need 'lessons' in getting a drink. So why try to ditch him?

"You two go ahead," he told Molly and Darian. So far as Clair was concerned, the two of them were as bad as each other and he had no desire to be stuck with either.

"I'll catch up."

Later. After he caught up with Margo and Charlotte for, hopefully, most of the night.

Charlotte was just standing there and looking at Margo like she is the biggest idiot. She probably was, to be honest.
Charlotte nodded and smiled. She can play this game and as far as she knew, Margo wouldn't leave her alone anyway, so why not have a good time and use the best of the situation?
Her smile faded though when she saw the man who was Margo's target.
"Are you fu*king kidding me? He is way too old for us!" She frowned and shook her head but it was too late. Before she even realized what the hell was happening, she was already walking behind Margo.

Darian, on the other head just frowned.
He is Levski after all, he doesn't need free drinks.
He is the one who should buy drinks to other because that brings good reputation.
"Yeah, I won't do this. C'mon Molly, I will buy you a drink. What do you want?" He asked once when they came to the bar.

Margo rolled her eyes. For a Ravenclaw, Charlotte sure needed a lot of guidance between point A and point B. “Well, you’re not marrying him,” she hissed, before sliding next to the man, pulling Charlotte along her.

The bartender reached her. “What can I get you?”

“I’m not sure,” Margo said, drooping her head to the side, popping her hip as she did. “My friend’s boyfriend was being a right prat and I’m trying to get her to forget him and have some fun.”

“Who would be a prat to you, love?” said the older man, glancing towards Charlotte.

“Right!” Margo said. “Not worth the time. I think we should just… throw caution to the wind tonight and have fun.”

“Why don’t you give these two ladies two on me,” the man said.

“Oh, you don’t have to!” Margo purred, placing a hand on his forearm. “You’re just a doll. Two vodka cranberries then. Oh, will that even be enough?”

“Make ‘em doubles,” the man commanded the bartender.

Margo’s hand fluttered to her chest. “You’re an angel,” she said, lifting her voice above the roar of the crowd. She glanced towards Charlotte. “Can you believe how sweet he is?”

Molly couldn’t believe she had been left with Darian. She probably could have dealt with Clair – they could have pleasantly ignored each other. She glanced at Darian, almost a bit darkly. “I’m fine,” she said. From a hidden pocket she withdrew something that, amid the flashing lights and grinding silhouettes, looked like a harmless mint. This went down with the last of her first drink and then she flicked her eyebrows at Darian and pushed into the throbbing crowd.

Clair got just close enough to hear Margo exclaim something about Charlotte's boyfriend being a prat.  Was that all the girls needed to say?  Outrageous.  

But whatever, he clearly wasn't needed here. He twisted away from the bar and headed towards the door.  Maybe he could bum a bottle off someone in the alley; go drown in a ditch somewhere.

This thing Margo was doing actually worked. And just because Charlotte was aware of the fact that blonde wouldn't leave her alone, she started playing this little game.
"I can't believe what he did to me" she shook her head and for the moment it looked like she will actually start crying.

But a little smirk started playing on her lips once when they get their drinks.
"You are right Margo, he is such an angel. How could we ever thank you for this" she shook her head and tried not to vomit because this man was such an idiot. And he was way too old for them.

Darian shrugged and looked at Molly.
"Okay, suit yourself." With that said he went into the crowd looking for the cute girls.

Margo could see Clair slipping through the crowd away from them, and her face twitched in concern. Her eyes flicked back to the man in question, however, who was making some comment about not being too much of an angel, and she drew up a big smile, reaching for her drink and pushing Charlotte's towards her. "Seriously. You're the best. We'll be right back-"

And with a significant look at Charlotte, she dipped away, hoping the redhead was close behind. She pointed across the bar towards Molly and turned her head, calling, "Hey, there's Molly. I'm gonna grab Clair real quick."

She pushed her way towards the boy, smiling as she squeezed between people dancing. She reached out to catch his wrist. "You can't leave yet!"

Clair half-turned, ready to shake off his accoster, but it was Margo. He frowned at her in confusion.

Just when Clair thought he'd found someone who might get it, she turned out to be just like everyone else. She'd been ignoring him five seconds ago, so why was she following him around now? Hadn't she been having fun showing Charlotte the ropes?

He glanced down at his wrist in her hand, before wrenching himself free. Probably a bit more roughly than necessary.

"I can do what I like," he yelled over the music. "I always have."

He turned back to leave, and shoved Margo into the corner of his brain where he kept everything he didn't like thinking about.