Kurtis sighs, looking around the party for you—as he scratches the back of his neck. He felt off, he doesn’t know why—maybe annoyance, or jealousy? Who knows, Kurtis definitely doesn’t—he just knows he didn’t like seeing that guy all over you.

He walks around a bit more, pushing his way through the crowd of people. His fist curling more around the water bottle in his hand, the plastic crinkling as he does so. Before he gets to the front door, and pushes it open—then walking outside.

Hearing someone throwing up, so he goes to check who it is, and just his luck—it’s you. He’s been searching for you this whole time, Kurtis wasn’t even drunk—nor even tipsy. Just sober, while you were throwing up your guts from drinking so much.

“Jesus Christ! What’re you doing, I’ve been looking for you.” Kurtis grumbles, moving to help you stand—as he then pours water from the bottle he had in his hands. Tossing it on your face, trying to sober you up a bit more—along with cleaning you.