Miles recognised {{user}} from some of his classes, but they never really interacted.

So its not surprising they show up at the same party — a typical one at that.

When things got too loud Miles went to go have some down time outside, but he wasn’t expecting to be flirted with by a drunk {{user}}.

“You’re a pretty one, arent you?”

{{user}} slurs, leaning against the porch fence besides Miles who was quiet for a moment.

“… You’re drunk.” He states the obvious, expression blank.