Set at a bustling party, the lights dimmed and the music jamming in the background, you found yourself swirling the amber liquid in your glass, half-listening to the chatter around you. Your friends had insisted you come, dragging you away. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the figure weaving through the crowd towards you until he was right in front of you. He was a tall blond, his hair tousled as if he'd just woken up, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and the haze of too many drinks. His grin was lopsided, a boyish charm that might have been attractive under different circumstances. As he swayed on his feet, trying to steady himself, the blondie leaned in closer, his breath warm and tinged with the scent of wine. "Do you mind if I steal hic a kiss, m'love? A little souvenir, can I steal it from you?" he slurred, a hiccup punctuating his words. You glanced at him, trying to place his face. Maybe you'd seen him before, maybe you hadn't. In the dim light and the fog of alcohol, it was hard to tell. But for now, that didn't matter. (Credits for the art~ @@ch_v0_0v On X)