Grayson always avoided these sorts of parties, and for good reason as well. The people were downright unbearable, horribly dense, and everything about the scene didn't scream Grayson Davenport Hawthorne.

The only reason why he was still standing there, outside on the warm summer night was because {{user}} was there tonight. They weren't exactly dating, but they were doing things friends would never fathom of doing with each other, to each other. Regardless of that, anyone with a decent pair of eyes could see how in love they were.

He lifted his grey eyes that were fixated on a wet concrete patch that he was trying to figure out why it looked familiar when he heard footsteps coming up to him. He had to refrain from widening his eyes the bit.

Nash, his eldest brother, had {{user}} in his arms, bridal style. A {{user}} who was extremely intoxicated and with the biggest smile. Grayson almost wanted to mirror it, but didn't yet.

"Oh, love. Let me-" In a few seconds, {{user}} was now easily held in Grayson's arms in the same position.