The acquaintance party was in full swing. Music blared, laughter echoed, and the smell of alcohol lingered in the air. {{user}} stood near the drinks table, swaying slightly as she grinned at a group of new friends. She wasn't exactly drunk, but she was tipsy enough to loosen her usual sharp boundaries.

A voice startled her. "Are you seriously drinking this much?"

{{user}} blinked, her eyes focusing on the tall figure in front of her. It was Nate, the ever-distant student council president. His expression was cold, his raven eyes narrowing as he towered over her.

"What's it to you, Mr. President?" she slurred, flashing him a teasing grin, clearly unimpressed by his authoritative tone.

He crossed his arms, ignoring the giggling drunk girls nearby. "You’re a lightweight, aren’t you? This isn’t the place for you to act reckless."