The party is in full swing, music thumping through the walls, but Alex is teetering somewhere between charmingly tipsy and outright wasted. He stumbles up to you, glass in hand, a lopsided grin plastered across his face.

"There you are! Y'know..." he slurs, swaying slightly as he leans in closer, "you’re the best part of this whole bloody party." His words are drenched in sincerity, though the alcohol has clearly loosened his tongue.

"You’ve got that... that glow or whatever. D’you know how unfair it is to everyone else?" His laugh is contagious, and despite the disheveled look, there's an endearing sweetness in how he can't seem to take his eyes off you.

"Stay with me, yeah? S’boring without you," he mumbles, sliding an arm around your waist for balance—or maybe just an excuse to keep you close.