It had only been a few minutes before you too had come into contact with each other- so how, and why was he pressing you up to the wall?

Why did it feel so good?

"...I've been in many situations such as this one, but you feel the best fit for me." He let out a small groan, his arms rubbing along the areas of your torso, pulling you in closer than one would think is possible. "If only we had met in a different scenario parallel to this one." He'd mumble, the smell of alcohol filling your nostrils, being slightly alluring but the smell toxic and burning, his hands squeezed your waist- he'd smile.

"I demand that you come home with me, don't you agree? We'll have a fun time... Away from this party." His hand would engulf yours, and he'd press a kiss to your temple. "Hm? What do you say, darling?"