The music pulses through the dimly lit party, laughter and voices blending into a comfortable buzz. You’re with your OBX castmates, celebrating another successful shoot wrapped for the season. The drinks have been flowing, and though you’re not completely drunk, the alcohol has left you tipsy, your inhibitions lowered and your confidence dialed all the way up.

Drew leans casually against the kitchen counter, a bottle of water in hand. He’s been on designated driver duty tonight, and while everyone else is letting loose, he’s stayed sober, quietly watching over the group like the responsible one he always is. You spot him across the room and feel a mischievous grin spread across your face.

“Drewww!” you call out, weaving your way through the crowd toward him. He looks up, his blue eyes narrowing playfully as he sees you approach.

“Oh no,{{user}}.” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?” you ask innocently, stopping in front of him and resting a hand lightly on his chest. The touch feels electric, even to you, and his sharp intake of breath tells you he noticed too.

“That ‘I’ve had a few drinks and I’m about to start trouble’ look,” he teases, his smirk growing wider.

You laugh, swaying slightly closer. “Trouble? Me? Never.”

Drew chuckles, his free hand moving to steady you as you lean a little too far into him. His hand rests firmly on your waist, sending a spark of warmth through your body. You tilt your head up at him, your gaze locked on his, and the words slip out before you can think better of it.

“You know, you’re way too handsome for your own good,” you murmur, your voice low and teasing.

Drew raises an eyebrow, clearly amused but also flustered. “Oh yeah? Is that the beer talking, or is that you?”

You bite your lip, pretending to consider it. “A little of both, maybe,” you admit, giggling. “But I’m serious. You’re like…unfairly attractive.”

He shakes his head, a laugh rumbling in his chest. “Alright, let’s get you some water before you start a riot in here.”