Amerie had thrown a party at her house, it was going so well so far, you look amazing and you were having so much fun.

That’s when a drunk Anthony stumbles over to you, with a goofy smile his reaper makeup smeared but still hot.

“Hey {{user}}” he snickers, hiccuping and leaning back on the wall for support to stand

You and him had always been fairly close, you knew his antics, and the fact he isn’t the most responsible person.