Carlos sat quietly against the sofa of a party, his glass in one hand swirling around a liquid. His sharp eyes watching over you as you stood in the middle of the room, singing clearly drunk as you swayed to the beat while holding your glass and cigarette.

his gaze sharpened more, putting down his own glass and walking over to you, taking the mic, glass and cigarette away from you.

“Snap out of it, darling. You’re drunk.” he spoke, his voice like butter as he walked you out the room.