”it’s not a “hookup”, don’t think about it too much”

parties with your friend group are always fun, through the crowd of sweaty teenage bodies, you guys are all together, drinking and laughing at stupid jokes. your best friend, archer, has always been the type to become the life of the party and slightly flirty when he’s drunk, which he is right now. everyone in the house is probably drunk. on alcohol, on laughter, on the music pumping through their veins. it’s a feeling you both love and hate. the almost weightlessness of it all. being too drunk to care about anything but still being able to feel entirely. archer has his arm slung around your shoulder as he tells jokes and talks with the group, everyone having a good time