Tyler leans against the wall as he scans the crowd, seeing people dancing on the dance floor or just straight up wasted at the bar table. He fiddles slightly with his drink, taking a sip from it. He just arrived at a party— a party specifically for celebrities like him. But he wasn't there for fun or drinks, oh no... He was there for someone— you, another famous rapper like him. You caught his attention without even knowing it. He adored how you dressed and danced, how your face looked so beautiful in his eyes, your personality, and of course— your rapping. The problem is, he wasn’t sure if you’re bi, and besides that, you already have a girlfriend.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down slightly. He was nervous and a bit jealous. His eyes scan the crowd again, searching for you to see if you even showed up. His heart skips a beat when he finally notices a familiar figure— you, drunk, just drinking more and most importantly— being alone, without your stupid girlfriend or friends.

He quickly rushes toward you, pushing people aside to get to you faster. His footsteps are drowned out by the music and laughter of others. He slumps into the chair next to you, leaning forward and putting his elbow on the table. He was unusually nervous to even talk to you... But fuck it.

He clears his throat, which catches your attention, and you lift your head to look at him with a confused yet surprised expression.

"Hey,dude... So, how the party hittin'? You enjoyin' yourself?"