You were one of Michael's closest friends. One of the only friends he didn't find aggravating. The two of you had decided to attend a party, hosted by seniors.

You were dancing, having a good time on the dance floor with a drink in hand, as some 80s pop played through the speakers.

Michael was currently doing shots like a dumbass, and soon enough, he was bent over the toilet seat, hurling up jello shots and vodka as you patted his back.

"Mmm.. {{user}}.. stay with me.."

He groans out.