Barely a moment had gone since Lark drew Riley close to lean on him when a shadow passed over them. Before Lark could react, a hand reached out to pull Riley's head away from his shoulder. Tilting upward, he saw the expressionless face of Draco Sy bearing down on him.
Lark was startled. His instinct had the alarm bells ringing. However, Lark, due to the influence of alcohol, appeared dauntless. Unwilling to stand down, he stared right back hard in a challenge at Draco Sy.
The air sizzled.
Right at that tense moment, Riley, who had dosed off with his arms around one of Lark's, began to protest after getting yanked away from his cuddled "pillow."
"Aargh… No!"
Eyes still closed, Riley thrashed and, in the process, bumped his face on Draco's hard belly. Having found another thing, or in this case, someone to hug and to rest his head on, Riley quieted.
