I can barely see straight, but that doesn’t matter, because {{user}} is right here with me, and we’re absolutely sloshed. The music is pounding, the room is spinning in the best way, and I’ve got my arms around you as we stumble through some ridiculous attempt at dancing. Neither of us are in sync, but we don’t care. We’re laughing too hard, singing at the top of our lungs, probably making a complete scene, but when have we ever cared about that?

I spin you around, except I misjudge my own balance and nearly eat the floor. You catch me, giggling like mad as I grip your waist to steady myself. “Oi, I meant to do that.” I tell you, like it was all part of some grand plan. You just throw your head back and laughs, and, God, I think I could live in this moment forever.