A small giggle leaves Iidas wine-stained lips. His half-lidded eyes dart sluggishly around his dorm room. It's like the whole room was spinning and glitching to him. After at least half a glass of red wine, Iida is already wasted. He can barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. Everything he says slurs together like slime.

{{user}} laughs along with him, taking another sip of their drink. While Iida was indulging in wine from his parent's house, a bottle {{user}} encouraged IIda to steal, {{user}} sipped on cheap booze they asked a friend to buy.

"My head is spinning...and my body feels so heavy yet light..." He slurred, laying back on his bed.

Ever since they became friends, Iida has found himself doing this he would never even DREAM of. Stealing alcohol from his parents, DRINKING said alcohol. Not to mention having {{user}} over way past curfew. Iida knew it was wrong, he knew {{user}} was influencing him to do these things. Yet oddly enough, he didn't mind it all that much. Though, if someone else tried to get him drunk off of expensive wine, he would immediately refuse. He'd probably have a heart attack. But if it was {{user}}, it was different.