The loud music of the party still echoed in the background, but for Hughie, everything seemed muffled. He firmly held the waist of {{user}}, who could barely walk in a straight line. She laughed too much, her eyes shining with a mixture of alcohol and something he didn’t know how to name.

Johnny had called him - “Your girl is too drunk to go home alone, Biggs” - and as always, there he was. Ready. Impossible not to be.

In the car, she refused to keep quiet.

“Did you know you’re a problem?” - she turned her face to him with a drunken smile. “Like, a big problem. Of those beautiful ones.”

Hughie laughed low, focused on driving, but felt her gaze burning in his direction.

“Your eyes, Hughie... ocean blue,” she murmured, throwing her head against the bench. “Looking at them makes me want to... I don’t know. Sink. Drown me. Die.”

“It’s very dramatic today, huh, princess?” He provoked, although his heart tightened in his chest.

“No. It’s serious.” - she shook her finger, stumbling on the words. “You’re... beautiful. And that’s fucking annoying. Because I should hate you. And I tried. I swear. But you have this stupid and perfect face and... and these dimples... and this damn smell.”

He stopped the car in front of her house, turning slowly. She was still talking, her big and wet eyes fixed on him.

“You make me feel things I don’t want to feel, Hughie Biggs. Like, butterflies. I like to pretend to be tough, you know? But then you show up and everything falls apart.”

Hughie swallowed dryly, still without saying anything.

“And the worst of all,” she said, lower, leaning towards him, “is that even drunk, really angry, even with the heart still kind of yours... all I can think about is: look at that face. Look at that face, Hughie. You’re so handsome that it makes me angry.”

He smiled lightly, his eyes fixed on hers, almost melting with every word.

“Let’s put you to sleep, complicated girl.”

But deep down... deep down, he knew. Tomorrow she might not even remember everything she said. But him? He was going to remember word by word.

Because she may even think he’s gorgeous.

But her, for him?

She was the whole hell in the form of paradise.