With the beginning licks of anger burrowing into his bones and leeching into his muscles, Draco brought himself to his feet, minding the spinning of his head as it threatened to topple him over at the slightest breeze between the building that flanked the alleyway. If he didn’t know any better, Draco would have thought that he had been drugged. The mere thought sound absolutely ludicrous, he had never left his drink unattended, not for a moment while he was at the bar. The idea was laughable, that someone could sneak something into his drink without his notice. How ridiculous! However, it was the only logical explanation for how he was feeling at the present moment.