He didn’t really want to be there, but who would really? The stench of sweat and alcohol blended into one crowded party filled with wasted peers was some’s idea of fun. Far from his opinion though. He enjoyed parties, but nine times out of ten, he’d opt for getting together with just a few mates. Unfortunately, it was his mates that dragged him out to this party.

His friends were drunk, chatting it up with the other people off their faces. Alex slipped through crowds of people, weaving his way through the mass as he headed for another drink. Alcohol was the only way to tolerate the tedious dull stories he was bombarded with.

A friend called out to him from behind, making him lose his focus on where he was walking until he felt himself slam into another. His hands gently landed on your arms, stabilizing the two of you from falling. Unbeknownst to him, he dropped his cup, too busy steadying you to notice the spilt drink on the floor.

“Sorry, love,” he apologized instantly. “Wasn’t paying attention,” he admitted.