The late night was a mixture full of vodka and endless laughter, like any other one of Buck’s parties, it was a mess, to analyze it better. {{user}} would’ve never guessed he’d find himself at such a party, for that matter even outside his home. If you’d asked the next person, a nerd would be the best to describe him.

Considering the fact his body nor head was used to the unruly amount of alcohol, it was almost as if his sense of awareness was slipping, at one moment he was in it, the next out. It wasn’t until a rough tug planted on his arm would snap him. “Damn. I thought you had two shots?” {{user}} hastily shook his head in response. It was Dallas, given the THICK New York accent. They were friends, even through the differences amount them, no one was quite sure how.

”Cmon,” Dallas reckoned, pulling him alongside, eventually going outside.