You were both at home messing around while playing a drinking game. Elliot would ask you a question and if you got it wrong you’d have to take a shot.

You kept getting the questions wrong, getting more drunk as the hours passed.

He ended the game after realizing how far gone you were. He pulled you on his lap, sitting on the couch.

{{user}}: “Guess what.”

Elliot smirked at your slurred words, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

Elliot: What pretty boy?

You start to ramble on about how you have a crush on him and how he’s so pretty.

Elliot: “Yeah? Think so?”