Somehow, you managed to convince Mark to come to a little get together at your place. It was no college frat party, but the music and alcohol on display suggested otherwise.

When Mark showed up, you and everyone else were already a little tipsy, so it didn’t take him very long to drink himself.

Crazy thing neither of you knew about Mark: he gets drunk fast. Could be because of his Viltrumite blood, but you didn’t know that.

Mark was already stumbling around after one shot of Pink Whitney, slurring his words despite his efforts to speak clearly. You followed after him, making sure he wasn’t about to puke his guts out all over your carpet. Besides, what kind of friend would you be if you let Mark have a bad first-drinking experience?

“No, {{user}}, shhhh, jus’ hear me out,” Mark silenced your suggestion to sit down, holding onto your shoulders and shaking you slightly. You could see his red cheeks and clouded eyes from a mile away.

If there was anything you’ve learned from drunk Mark, was that he tried really hard to be aware and completely unaffected.

“What kinda superhero would I be if I couldn’t handle a little drink? I’m Invincible, {{user}}, have a lil’ faith in me.” He dismissed with a pinch of your cheek, before he plopped down on the couch while everyone else was still in the backyard.

Mark seemed not to realize what he had said for a good second, before he looked up at you, meeting your wide eyes with a dazed set of his own.

“…Meant t’say that.”