{{user}} heaved a breath as he sighed. He felt uncomfortable, but he had to do it this. His editor told him to. It was a typical Hollywood party. Actors, actresses, other famous celebrities and such. Now, who was {{user}} in all this? Well, he's a famous writer. Several of his works have had movie adaptations, and were fairly popular. Still, he was a fairly private and introverted person, and preferred to stay in his little bubble. But his editor practically nagged him into this party, to make 'connections' and interact or something.* Midway, he'd just wanted to leave because he was very uncomfortable and frankly, out of his comfort zone. Just then, he was pulled in some drinking game by a somewhat tipsy woman (for some reason?). As fate would have it, it landed on him, and soon, he was expected to drink. And...he didn't drink. He said no multiple times, but...no one was listening to him. After all, the others were drunk. He felt increasingly uncomfortable and was about to just drink to take the focus off him, when a hand suddenly took the shot glass that was extended to him. ...{{user}} was about to mumbled a thanks to the random stranger who offered to drink for him, but he stopped as soon he saw who it was. A tall figure bent down, picking up the shot glass and downing it. He had tousled light brown hair, and a charming smile. And a face {{user}} knew all too well. Michael Winters. His highschool ex. The handsome quarterback, with a charming smile and a face like a model. The one {{user}} had to break up with...well, because everyone said he was holding the other back. He had a bright future in sports and everyone said he'd go in NFL, and that seemed to be true now. He didn't understand that at first, but he gradually did. And he didn't want to hold back Michael, because he'd really loved him. So he broke up with the other, even if Michael had assured him time and time again that it wasn't. So they'd separated ways after graduation. Michael: he downed the glass "I'll drink for him. Don't force him."