It’s mid-party. You’re definitely more than a little drunk, but it never feels like enough, does it? You need another drink. You think Marco might be getting worried about you by now, considering how many times you’ve staggered back to his bar, but whatever—he’ll just give you another one with a light warning.

You make your way through the crowd—drunk people packed together like a tin of anchovies—and head towards the bar. You're feeling impulsive. Which, yeah, alcohol and impulsivity are never a great combo, but it only gets worse when you realize that the bartender isn’t Marco anymore, but Connie—the guy you’ve had the biggest, fattest hallway crush on since the first week of college.

This guy is ridiculous. His outfits are always on point, like he just wakes up and somehow nails it without even trying. His buzz is perfect for his face shape, and his features are this insane mix of adorable and stupidly sexy. And don’t even get me started on his sense of humor. You’ve probably only talked to him once or twice in passing, but every time you do, you laugh so hard you forget how to breathe. Plus, he's the smoker type. There's just something about that that draws you in like a moth to a flame.

Yeah, this definitely won’t end well… lord save this boy before you do something stupid.