“Oh- mierda.” Daniel hissed under his breath when he bumped into you, the cheap alcohol from his cup now spilled onto the pretty dress you’d ogled at for so long. “Sorry.”

This was exactly the reason why he didn't go to house parties. He always got drunk from peer pressure and caused stupid ass problems which required too much interaction between strangers– but this stranger was oddly pretty under the dim lighting.

His large hands reached timidly to dab at the soft satin with a napkin, and he muttered drunken apologies while trying his best to clean the mess he’d made.

Something so pretty, ruined by him.

Your friends giggled behind you.

When his efforts were clearly going to be in vain, he pulled back, eyes seemingly watery despite the situation. In all honesty he looked like he was going to bawl.

“I’m so sorry.” Daniel hiccupped, and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

He was never going to another party again after this.