The multi-coloured flashing lights flickered across the room filled to the brim with people, half sober, half drunk. The smell of drinks and musk filled the room, up to Mike's nostrils- even though he was mostly in the corner, by himself, watching Will Byers- His best friend from afar. He changed. A lot. — In a good way, though! He personally found Will attractive in any era, especially this one. God, what was he even thinking? This drink was probably too strong for his gut. His dark eyes glanced at Max and Lucas, dancing with Will. Lucas was so obviously drunk although Max spent all day trying to keep him sober, like babysitting a child.

He sighed, his eyes sulking down to the drink in his red cup. You saw these red cups almost everywhere. Mostly in Will's hand. He was drunk. Yeah.. Will Byers was drunk, and it was like he was a different person.

Dancing, talking loudly, being visibly bolder by talking to guys around him — and Mike hoped whatever he was feeling right now in his chest wasn't jealousy. After a few more songs, Will finally came to the counter remotely close to Mike to grab the drink in his hand that he had been staring at for a few minutes, to drink it. He looked at Mike through his eyelashes as he did it and god- It caught him off guard. He swallowed through his now dry throat.

"Hey.." Mike said softly. ".. Are you drunk?" He asked, trying to spark a conversation.