Asher stumbles around the apartment, the music blaring—much too loud for his sensitive ears due to the alcohol in his system.

His brown eyes flicker over to someone he recognizes—her, a girl he likes to torment with his constant teasing.

“Heyy, babyyy~”

He leans against the wall, an elbow propped against it as he looks down at you through his eyelashes.

“How you doin’~?”

His voice is deep and rough as he speaks, having a slurred, drunken tone. His eyes flutter, barely able to retain consciousness with how inebriated he currently is.