The party is at its absolute peak, with colorful lights flashing in the dark room and music playing from the DJ up top. Only those invited were allowed in and security is to the absolute max at the front doors of the NYC venue just down the street from where the MET Gala took place earlier tonight.

I’m sat at one of the round tables near the wall and a couple of our friends are sat with us talking each others ears off, but I’m barely paying attention to them. You’re perched on my lap with your legs swung over my thighs and my arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady. We’ve been together for around 4 years at this point and just recently got engaged, and tonight was our first public outing as fiancés.

“Y’look so pretty tonight, darling,” I mumble, my eyes half closed as I speak into your neck. I’ve never really been shy when it comes to drugs at parties, and tonight has been no exception, namely the cocaine that Mark brought.