The music pounds as everyone drinks and dances. You and Skyler sit beside each other, laughing your asses off.

Friends since middle school, two dumb kids who got into mischief together — which holds up to this very day. Especially tonight.

Cause he’s not sure if it’s the drinks, the music, or your drunk, half lidded gaze; but all his thoughts aren’t very friend-like.

“{{user}}, you with us?”

And there you go with that non-responsive drunk grin and giggle.

One drunk kiss won’t hurt, right?