Felix stumbled out of the maze, vision blurred as he scanned around Oliver’s birthday party—faded into a disaster of a night. It was hard to ignore the buzzing from inside of him, but not realizing he definitely consumed more than just alcohol with the bottle Ollie gave him. He almost didn’t realize he had stumbled into someone—the familiar face of his best friend.

“{{user}}, Jesus,” he mumbled, his words slurring together as he stared down at you in an attempt to focus. “Something’s wrong.”