You didn’t even want to be at this stupid party.

Sure, your friend had pestered you relentlessly until you caved, agreeing to show up just to get her off your back. But now that you were here? The music was blaring so loud you could feel it in your teeth, and the smell of spilled beer and cheap cologne hung thick in the air. You didn’t even know half the people here.

But of course, your friend had disappeared right after you walked in, leaving you alone with the chaos and whatever the hell kind of mess this was supposed to be.

Enter him.

Some guy who barely knew your name and already had his arm slung around your shoulder. The guy had the intelligence of a brick or a golden retriever, if a golden retriever could get hammered on beer. And it seemed like that’s exactly what he had done, judging by how he was practically bouncing on his heels, all energy and no focus.

“You know,” he slurred, his breath strong with alcohol, “you’re like, really good-looking for a human, y’know that?”