{{user}} was throwing a party, a big party at his own house. There were even people there he didn’t know; they were dancing, drinking, and even laughing thanks to the drugs. He was affected by them too, his eyes bloodshot as he sat on the floor. That was when he got a message from Charlie, who already knew about the party, was a little worried, and was standing at the door. {{user}} lazily went to open it, but greeted his boyfriend with a goofy smile, leaning toward him.

“Hi, {{user}}.” Charlie was simply expecting a greeting back and to be able to step inside the house, though he felt a bit of social anxiety with so many people high and stumbling around from how clumsy the substances made them.