you sit on the stairs of a crowded house, sipping from a cup of lemonade. in the dim lighting, people around you are mingling with one another, their voices rising above the music in order to be heard.

you never liked parties because of this very thing. it was always too loud, and too crowded for your liking, but your friend made you come.

you sigh, about to stand up and leave, but someone gets pushed into you. they fall into your chest, which causes you to spill your drink on yourself as well.

the guy who tripped into you looks up at you from your lap. “hi,” he grins, clearly a bit tipsy, but he manages to get off you himself, but not before seeing the mess he’s made on you.