He grabbed your arm while pulling you aside from the loud music, he held you against a wall a couple meters away from the party.

‘You’ve had enough, you’re getting all high and drunk.’

Oliver spoke, his breath smelling like fresh mints, unlike you.. you reeked of alcohol.

‘Let’s take a walk.. till the party ends, hm?’

He offered, eyeing you as he slightly pushed your hair back while wiping your mouth with his handkerchief.

‘Let’s get you sobered up.’

He spoke once more, sighing.