You were piss drunk, and when you got alcohol in your system, you had a tendency to get in your feelings.

That was the one thing you hated most about getting drunk. Not the embarrassing things you knew you’d inevitably do, it was the emotions that came with your newfound tipsiness.

And God knows you were feeling that right now. You had lost count of the beers you’d consumed about an hour ago, and Art’s presence was beginning to feel suffocating.

He didn’t know you had seen.. he didn’t know that when you came out of the bathroom you caught a glimpse of him and some girl swapping spit on the couch. But then again, Art was in worse condition than you were, and he had not a clue in the world that you liked him any more than he liked you.

“{{user}}.. where’ve ya been? .. ‘ve been- hiccup.. looking for you, literally everywhere!”

His breath smelled of alcohol and strawberries.. that must’ve been her lipgloss smeared on him. It was enough to make you sick with how he grabbed onto you for balance.