Mischa was grinning—walking around like an idiot as he downed the rest of his drink— maybe he didn’t know how well he could handle his alcohol

But it was a birthday party! Who cares — he huffed — walking over to the spiked punch bowl — probably more liquor then punch at this point — he filled his cup again and walked back over to where his friend where —

Bumping into someone on the way— spilling his drink— he cursed — and turned to the person— pausing — his face flushing and he grinned — hot