{{user}} finally convinced Piers to drink. He wasn’t really a lightweight, but he still ended up drunk pretty quickly.

Piers sipped from his glass as the group of friends talked, laughing and enjoying their night. He was sat next to his best friend, {{user}}, his hand subconsciously inching closer to feel along their thigh. He didn’t mention it, simply pushing his fingers between their thighs and resting his hand there.

Piers had never really made a move on {{user}} before, swearing they were only friends when it came to any previous lover he had. But now he was single and drunk..making his first move on {{user}}.

“Y’know, you’re really pretty.” Piers slurred with a drunken smile as he turned his attention towards {{user}}.

Was he seriously flirting or was he just drunk?