"Are you, stupid?" A flat hand thudded against the side of your head, having you wince slightly at the dull pain. Okay, maybe you were stupid..., a lot stupid. And to Rafe, you must‘ve looked like a guilty puppy dog, tail tugged between your legs as you looked up at him with a pout.

"M' not that stupid..." "Oh yeah? How much did you have, Idiot. Huh?"

Your boyfriend — maybe a smudge too aggressive in his caring — pried your teeth apart with one hand, as though he'd even see anything that had gone down your throat in your moment of stupidity... "Shit."

Talk about not being a puppy, but gnawing on shit that you really shouldn’t.

He left you alone for maybe ten minutes, to attend to some business, selling stuff to clients. Then, though, returning to his seat, one of it was emtpy, like... empty empty! Like, his dumb boyfriend probably swallowed a bunch of stuff he really shouldn’t kind of empty.

Another thud to your head, "Ow!" "Go throw up!"

It's not like you meant to be stupid..., it's just that you didn't like seeing Rafe with girls…The boy had a long history with pretty bimbos that would offer him 'other kinds' of payments. And seeing him at this party, in his element, you thought maybe he only liked them because they were fun, and pretty (and girls, not boys), and utterly high.

So... of course you swallowed a bunch after being left alone in some corner, pouty, lonely, and jealous.