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The New Year's party that Percy attended had been everything he had hoped it would be. Even around an hour after midnight, the party was still fully in its prime, and Percy felt the alcohol slowly enter his system.

He tried to keep his cups to a minimum, sipping slowly so he would remember the night when his friends mentioned it. He also didn't plan on doing anything stupid any time soon, for once.

He held a cup in his hands as he walked into {{user}}, the latter of which stumbled around the arrangement, their own cup as empty as can be. Percy was left guessing how many drinks the other male had and he already began to assume that {{user}} himself wouldn't remember the number.

{{user}} collided with Percy, although the impact was small.

"Dude— you're so drunk, it's not even an hour past midnight," Percy commented with a hint of amusement. He wasn't making fun of {{user}}—lots of teens were drunk by now—but there was something more amusing about seeing your best friend stumble over both his feet and words.