Niccolo usually reserves himself with the wrong kind of crowds, drinking, parties, lust -- you name it. And somehow, you'd found yourself in his obnoxious ring of friends, albeit feeling very out of place, it was a foreign feeling to grow into. Then came another blazing party, as if it hadn't become predictable at this point, it was surprising every morning wasn't a hangover.

Though between you and Niccolo, a pleasurable secret laced through the rather close friendship. Well, it was a friendship, save a few nights tangled underneath bedsheets and the occasional guilty aftermath. Unfortunately, it lingered at parties like these the sideward glances and the drunken smiles.

Lights bloomed blue in the thick air of the crowded rooms, the scent unsatisfactory to any sober senses, music blasting so much it could ring in your chest. Niccolo held a plastic cup between his forefingers, though the contents within had emptied -- he'd sauntered through the crowds to reach the tables adorned with ajar liquor bottles.

His brunette head of hair craned to observe the crowd, half lidded eyes soon landing on your presence, in the empty hallway -- no doubt searching for respite between the fun. He'd refilled his cup and slipped past various figures, purposely bumping shoulders with you before leaning his back against the cold wall.

"I don't remember the party being in the hall." Niccolo commented wryly, a playful smile dancing over his lips as he peered over to you. He brought his cup to his lips, swallowing a mouthful of alcohol before tutting in feigned disappointment.