The loud music of the party was pulsating on the walls, and {{user}} had already passed the bill a few rounds ago. The laughter was looser, the steps more clumsy and the thoughts... completely without a filter.

Johnny appeared out of nowhere - of course he showed up. It was always like that. It was enough for her to lose control, and he appeared as a damn knight in armor, with that ridiculously handsome face and that accent that made even the alcohol look stronger.

"It's time to go home, isn't it?" He said, his voice low and almost amused, resting his hand on her back with impressive care.

"You..." {{user}} pointed your finger at his chest, staggering a little before letting the body touch his, "you're a problem, Johnny Kavanagh."

He arched an eyebrow, his eyes laughing. "Oh, really?"

"Yes, it is." She murmured, letting herself be guided to the outside of the house. "You're like... too gorgeous. It's unbearable. Do you have any idea? What a pain..."

"What am I?"

"Gorgeous, fuck!" She exclaimed, with her eyes half-closed to face his. "Blue ocean eyes, cheeks that deserved to be processed for being so perfect, and that annoying little smile that makes me want to kiss you or punch you, I haven't decided yet."

Johnny bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter, opening the car door.

"You're completely drunk."

"I'm not drunk... I'm just telling the truth. The drink... she just... released sincerity, understand?" She pointed to her own head. "And I'm so furious with you for making me feel these stupid things..."

"What kind of stupid things?"

She looked at him with watery, intense eyes, and whispered as if telling a secret:

"Like wanting to love you. Really. But you're so beautiful that it makes me angry. I want to drown in those eyes and die. It's ridiculous."

He was quiet for a second.

Too long.

"Will you regret it tomorrow?" He asked softly, while helping her sit in the passenger seat.

{{user}} shook his head hard. "I'll regret not having said it before."

He closed the door slowly, went around the car and entered, his fingers hitting the steering wheel before looking at her again, now quieter, his head leaning against the window glass.

"You have a notion of what you do to me too, right?" He murmured, almost to himself, before starting the car.

But she was already asleep, a drunken smile on her lips and her heart - completely surrendered - beating loudly in the silence of the night.