One too many drinks down your system a wave of intoxication hit you at the halloween party, your movements unsteady and your speech slurred and repetitive.

After a few strange and intoxicated interactions with others you stumbled your way closer to the back of the greenhouse, leaning on random people and furniture for balance until you found the door to the back room, swinging it open slowly,

Your eyes met with Scott, the room dimly lit and eerie, a strong sense of isolation within the room.

You pressed your body against the doorframe, rubbing your forehead with the back of your hand,

“you okay?”

He questioned, one brow raised as he looked you up and down with a concerned look plaster on his face rather than kicking you out.