Alo is weaving through the crowded room, eyes scanning the party, freshly filled cup of liquor in hand. He’s not really paying attention to where he’s going or why, too lost in the loud music, smell of spliff and alcohol-

In a split second, his drink tips over, splashing a cold wave of liquid straight onto your chest.

“Oof—sorry!” Alo exclaims, voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and surprise. His wide eyes meet yours, momentarily

"Didn’t see ya there…” He reaches out instinctively, as if to help, but his hand hovers awkwardly. He’s unsure whether to offer a napkin or just disappear into the crowd as his eyes meet yours