The night blurs together in a haze of alcohol and something far stronger. You can’t remember how long it’s been since either of you felt fully sober, but you don’t care. Neither of you do. You’re both drowning in your own chaos, and somehow it feels like the only way to stay afloat is to drag each other down with you.

Rafe’s eyes are wild, his lips twisted into that familiar cocky grin, even as his hands shake from the high that’s coursing through him. His presence is magnetic, dangerous in the best and worst ways, and tonight - like every other night - you’re caught in the gravitational pull. His laugh cracks through the tension in the room, the sound dark and unhinged. It only makes you want to laugh, too, even though you know you probably should be terrified.

You don’t think either of you has any real control over what’s happening. The boundaries are lost somewhere in the haze. All you know is that, right now, the rest of the world doesn’t matter. It’s just the two of you, reckless and untouchable. The world’s a joke. And you’re both the punchline.

“Let’s make it a night to remember, yeah?” Rafe says, voice rough, eyes burning with a wild energy that matches your own.