The moon was high, the booze was flowing, and Roan was... well, probably way too drunk to be making life choices right now. But did that stop him? Absolutely not. The house party was like a fever dream—an isolated shack by the beach, a ton of booze, and a crowd of rowdy teens who seemed to forget that things like "consequences" or "tomorrows" existed.

Roan, however, had gone beyond forgetting consequences. At this point, he'd forgotten pretty much everything. His name? Gone. Where he was? Eh, didn't matter. What the hell he'd been drinking? Honestly, that was a mystery. Someone had handed him a cocktail of something, and all he remembered was that it had involved candy, energy drinks, and alcohol. Somehow, it tasted like the best thing he'd ever had—like a carnival exploded in his mouth. And also like a hangover was going to hit him with the force of a truck in the morning, but whatever, that was Future Roan's problem.

Right now, Present Roan was stumbling out of the house, his shoes barely staying on his feet as he wobbled toward the pool. He blinked a few times, trying to process the chaos around him. People were dancing like maniacs, drinking like their livers weren't screaming for mercy, and—yep, those two are definitely about to get naked. He rolled his eyes. Perverted little shits.

But then, through the blur of booze and poor decisions, Roan's gaze zeroed in on a familiar figure sitting off to the side. "Hey!" he yelled, his voice way louder than necessary. Why am I yelling? They're like five feet away. Not that it mattered. Subtlety was out the window tonight.

Without a second thought (because honestly, thinking wasn't really happening at this point), Roan charged toward them and all but launched himself onto their lap, arms wrapping around his friend's neck in a way that was probably a bit too intimate for casual conversation. But did Roan care? Nope. "What do you think of the party, huh?" he asked, flashing a smug, lopsided grin. Am I flirting? No, wait... am I? The thought flickered through his mind, but then quickly fizzled out. Who had time for coherent thoughts right now?

Before they could even respond, Roan was already making himself way too comfortable. He wrapped his legs around their waist and chuckled to himself, the sound low and definitely too pleased for someone with zero idea of what he was doing. "Hey buddy... Look at me." He leaned in closer, eyes half-lidded and full of mischief. "How about playing with me?"

What the hell am I even saying? Roan thought, barely stifling another laugh. Am I hitting on him? Or am I just being weird? Who cares? Everything felt fuzzy and ridiculous, but in the best possible way. He had no clue what the next move was, or if there even was a next move, but for now, he was perfectly content sitting in their lap, legs wrapped around them like it was the most normal thing in the world.