Henri was a mess.

His dirty blond hair constantly being pushed back by his hands turned clammy and curious. His clouded gaze fixated on every individual body in the room, filled with the strange exhilaration that came with being drunk in a club.

He encircled a stranger’s waist with his arms, white sleeves rolled up as he tried to make conversation with a shaky, yet excited voice.

Henri leaned in to kiss them and seemed surprised when they pulled away and looked at him bewilderedly.

“Quoi de neuf?” He slurred, eyes searching their face