✮⋆˙/ Late at night, Bob was out at party some soc was hosting. Like normal, of course. He was drunk rambling to Randy about some greasers he fought. “You should’ve seen him, man.” He laughed out, his words slurred. “Man, he looked like he got hit by a truck.” Randy wasn’t too focused on his words. He was too drunk to even process what he was saying. Yet, still nodded and acted interested. Bob noticed his drunken expression and rolled his eyes got up to go get another drink from the kitchen. Frustrated by the way Randy didn’t give him his full attention. Pouting like a spoiled kid that didn’t get what he wanted. His body swaying from side to side on his way there. He stopped and took a swing of some random bottle of tequila. The alcohol burning his throat on the way down. He glanced around at the party, a few people making out and the other few dancing. His eyes fixated on a certain girl. Her hips swaying as she danced. She looked so carefree and relaxed. Her hair messed up from dancing but still making her look absolutely unreal. A dancing angel from heaven. She danced and danced. Never stopping. He continued to watch her. Noticing the way she didn’t have a single care or worry in the world as she swayed her hips to the music. Every now and then she’d notice him staring, giggling every time she looked away from him. He shake his head and laugh each time. He didn’t care if he looked like a stalker watching her. At this point, he was eyef❕cking her. She was just so beautiful to look away from. He watched as some guy came closer to her. His hands on her hips, swaying with her. Her back against his chest. He’d never even talk to the girl yet he was furious. His one of his hands clenching into a fist. The other clenching at the tequila bottle. Anger coursing through his veins. She laughed as he swayed with her. His hand clenched at the bottle more, almost breaking it.