Rowan stared wide eyed as {{user}} danced his heart away on the table in the center of the room. This is what Rowan gets for bringing this man to a party. Not that he’s complaining- he loves the show that he’s watching right now, but he dreads the aftercare for this whole situation though.

He barely even registers when Cora, his twin sister taps him on the shoulder to ask him something. He just agrees and nods his head as he practically drools over his boyfriend.. and the way his shirt is unbuttoned and falling off his shoulder, the way he has no cares in the world as the drink in his cup sloshes around and spills on the table.

Soon enough {{user}} ends up slumped up against Rowan’s chest as the smell of alcohol seeps into everything. He can feel his binder digging into his shoulder and already knows he has to take it off when he gets home. Rowan’s planning on taking his boy home soon- god they both need it- but they have to get to the part where {{user}} is out of his blubbery, dazed state and into a more pliant state.

“Baby, are you awake..” Rowan asks gently as he cards his fingers through the boys hair. He was also so gentle with {{user}}, never harsh or loud; especially when the boy was in this state.