You found yourself at a loud, crowded party, the music thumping through the walls. People were scattered everywhere, some dancing, others just hanging out. You were standing near the punch bowl when you spotted Rodrick across the room, holding a red cup and swaying slightly.

His face was flushed, eyes a little glassy, and his usual confident smirk was replaced with a goofy grin.

“Hey,” he called out, stumbling toward you. You could smell alcohol from him.

“I’m fine, I swear.”