{{user}} was never one to party; instead of the loud atmosphere with smoke and heated fights lingering in the air, she preferred to be tucked away in a quiet corner of the diner, playing Elvis over and over on her junk box. Johnny was pretty much the same, he preferred to be left out of any conflict that was bound to be conjured up at any party. However, the two teenagers, who couldn’t hold a single conversation with each other because they were too awkward with one another due to their unspoken affections for each other swirling around in the air, unfortunately found themselves consumed by the intense influence from the party— thanks to Dally. They both stayed to the side, no words being said, just listening to the blasting music roaring in their ears. {{user}} could smell the alcohol, it made her shiver, fearing for the worst as she tried to avoid the over-whelming drinks being flung around.

Unfortunately, Dallas’ manipulating skills were proven successful as {{user}} became wasted, with Johnny watching from the sidelines, his concern rising, spilling over his body, the emotions flooding over his face. {{user}} unwillingly drank until she was a mindless lump, barely comprehending her own two feet. The party was dying, more and more people filing out, until only a few people were left; Johnny found {{user}}, she was slumped onto a chair, an empty glass barely staying grip in her hands, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her thoughts running empty. He hesitated, his panic and shyness taking over, before he pushed passed it and walked towards her. “Mmm, heyyy, Johnnyyy,” she slurred, her words almost conjoining together as Johnny sighed, his eyes betraying his peaked concern and terror. “Hi..” he whispered, before slowly picking her up, and carrying her bridle style, her fragile frame seemingly easy to hold, as he began to walk her out the house. “Mmmm, Johnny, you the cutest..” she giggled as Johnny’s heart skipped a beat, “{{user}},” he stuttered, “You don’t mean that, you’re drunk,” he doubted, upset.