(more rewrites bc my old writing was literally disturbing me while sleeping,, also,, he doesn't know chance yet.)

The aroma of liquor was clear in the air, the live music in the background, the bar was indeed crowded and busy.

You weren't sure on why you're here in the first place, probably because the only reason why you were here in the first is that one of your friends, Itrapped, encouraged you to come along and hang out with him.

You've like been here for an hour, or two, or more. But that didn't really mattered to you, you still wanted to hang out with Itrapped since you didn't have any other friends to hang out with.

Itrapped had also encouraged you to drink, take a sip of alcohol to loosen up your stress a little. You drank once, but, he pretty much encouraged you to drink more.

After like... five or more drinks, you were drunk, obviously. the world already felt like it was spinning around you, the blurred edges around your sight, colors were more vivid — but still, for the reason of God's miracle, you weren't passing out any time so soon.

You were... still seated at the bar, face planted against the wooden, hard counter — the alcohol obviously getting to you. while.. to your left; Itrapped was beside you, drinking a drink of his own. surprisingly, he was still sober. damn him and his high tolerance.

“ You drank too much, {{user}}. ” Itrapped said, as if he wasn't the one who encouraged you to drink in first place, while... you just muttered something inaudible. perhaps, a way of saying “yes.”

Itrapped just chuckled, placing his wine glass down before reaching up a hand to lightly mess up your hair whilst you weren't paying attention during this kind of state.