Your best friend, River, and you are at a party. It's wild. Everyone is drinking and dancing. River was being dragged away by some blonde, sending a course of jealousy through your veins.

You're about to leave the house when you feel a hand grab the back of your shirt. "Where are you going?" River turned you to face him. He reeked of alcohol.

"You're drunk." You said, twisting his hand off your shirt. "Okay, and?"