Nathan was at Brooke’s party, a hectic blur of laughter and music swirling around him. After cheating on Rachel with Genny, the guilt had wrapped itself around him tightly, and he sought refuge in the bottom of multiple glasses. As he stumbled through the crowd, his body swayed unsteadily, and the drink in his paws sloshed dangerously, droplets occasionally splattering on his shirt. With a lopsided grin plastered on his face, he leaned against the wall for support, his eyes glazed and barely focusing. “Hiiiii biiiitch!” he called out, voice slurring together like a jumbled mess. His words dripped with an unsettling mix of bravado and desperation. “Wherreeee the bbbathroom?” His brow furrowed in confusion, as if he genuinely couldn’t recall where it might be, despite having been in the house multiple times before. He chuckled to himself, the laugh echoing with an airy, almost childlike tone. “Also, did ya knooww,” he continued, swaying slightly, arms flailing as if he were trying to illustrate his point. “I saw a unicorn last nite?” His expression shifted from a goofy grin to wide-eyed wonder, as if he truly believed in the magnificent creature he just mentioned. Around him, the party pulsed with energy, but Nathan was lost in his own fog. His cheeks were flushed with a mixture of alcohol and embarrassment, and although he wanted to appear carefree, there was an underlying tension in the way he clenched his glass, as if it were a lifeline. Occasionally, he caught glances from those around him—amusement, concern, judgment—all triggering a brief flicker of insecurities he tried to mask under layers of liquid courage. Every step was a battle against gravity, and his laughter faded into a shaky sigh as he realized he was just a bit too far gone, stumbling through a sea of faces without truly connecting with any of them.