you had a little too much to drink, dancing with whoever caught your eye. this wasnt like you. typically, you were hard to approach, hard to talk to.

after dancing a bit with a man you had approached, he had tried to take you into a "private room". before you could be taken away, you felt a pair of hands around your waist, gently pulling you the opposite direction.

"youre a completely different person when youre drunk" your friend armin mumbled, his face written with concern.