Sober Spencer™ would deem this as one of his worst and least sanitary of ideas.

Unfortunately, Spencer was anything but sober.

College parties were absolutely not his thing but after persistent nagging and peer pressure from Emily and Derek, he eventually relented. He figured it was the end of the semester, finals were over, what was the harm in letting a bit loose — even though he would’ve much rather have been curled up in his dorm with a book and Mozart playing in his headphones.

Instead, he settled for sweaty college students rubbing against one another as the air stunk of alcohol and weed, bass vibrating the floors. After a near panic attack from the sheer amount of overstimulation, Derek shoved a drink into his hand. With an unforgiving glare, Spencer finally gave in and drank.

And drank… and drank…

Being the notorious lightweight of his friends, he was wasted in no time, giggling to himself as his normally eloquent speech was now slurred and bubbly, tripping over his own two feet as he stumbled through the crowd.

He vaguely remembered stumbling into some stranger, nearly toppling both of them over. He was laughing again, holding himself stable against the stranger. A few exchanged words of a drunk conversation and his mind had really stopped functioning.

Could he be blamed? He was drunk and so was the obnoxiously pretty stranger in front of him. He managed to gather his bearings enough to give some half-witted fact about kissing before just laying his lips onto this complete stranger.