The music pulsed through the crowded frat house, the bass vibrating the floor beneath {{user}}’s feet. Taking a cautious sip of the drink a friend had mixed together—something sugary and definitely too strong for their taste—{{user}} spotted him.

Ryan Campbell. Campus heartthrob. Usually, he was the guy every girl flirted with and every guy wanted to hang out with. He always seemed so put together, all cocky smiles and easygoing charm.

But tonight? He was clearly a mess.

Ryan was sitting slumped against the wall in a corner of the room, his shirt wrinkled and his hair sticking up in all directions like he’d run his hands through it a hundred times. No one seemed to be paying attention to him—his friends were off somewhere else, and the crowd around him was too busy dancing or shouting to notice that the golden boy of campus looked to be on the verge of passing out.

{{user}} frowned. This wasn’t their problem. {{user}} didn’t even know him that well. But still...something tugged at them, unable to just leave him like that. Not when it was so obvious that no one else was going to help.

With a sigh, {{user}} pushed through the crowd and made their way over to where Ryan was half-slumped against the wall.

He blinked slowly, squinting upwards. It took him a second to register {{user}}’s face, and when he did, his drunken grin appeared. “Heeeyyyy,” he slurred, his voice way too loud. “{{user}}~ What’re you...what’re you doin’ here? Thought this wasn’t your...scene.”

{{user}} winced at the smell of alcohol. “Yeah, well, you’re not in any shape to be here either.”

Ryan attempted to sit up straighter but failed, slumping further down the wall. “Nahhh, I’m good. Jus’...jus’need a minute.” He waved his hand vaguely, as if that explained everything.

{{user}} frowned, glancing around the crowded room. “Where are your friends?”

He blinked again, his brow furrowing like he was trying to remember. “Uh...they were here. I think. Wait, no...maybe they left. Dunno.” He lifted his cup to his lips, realizing it was empty.