there was a fair in his town, like every year in june, and oliver would attend every year, at least after he had turned sixteen and security guards would let him into the tent. the bierzelt- what germans called it - was a large tent with rows of tables and benches and drunk young adults dancing on said, holding up bottles of beer while yelling the songs being played entirely off-tune

this evening oliver had gone along with his friends, two of which had already ditched them to go get a drink and had simply never come back from their quest, which, honestly, none of oliver's friends didn't seem to mind, nor did he. it wasn't unusual for them to just leave and not return, plus, oliver and the other two were too drunk to even realize it

after going outside to where the toilets were and granting his ringing ears a break from the loud music inside, he made his way back to the table that his friends were standing on through a crowd of wasted teenagers. it felt like there wasn't a single inch between the moving bodies that danced or just bobbed along to the rhythm

while maneuvering through a rather stuffed pathway between two table rows and navigating through a sea of chatting peers toward his two homies, the alcohol in his system caused him to not pay any attention to his surroundings whatsoever, making the drunken boy bump into you while passing

and you were a sight to his drunken and hazy gaze, for a single moment he just stared back at you through half-lidded eyes before quickly remembering his manners, grinning slightly as he shamelessly checked you out, his hand raising up to your arm in a somewhat apologetic manner but also as a way to steady you

"so sorry," he mumbled while already continuing on with his walk towards his table, keeping his hand on your arm though, grinning somewhat flirtatiously while looking back into your eyes, already turning when the alcohol made him bolder than he would already be

oliver turned around quickly, seizing your arm again to ask for your number or something;

"wait"