drunk · goofy · streetwear · flustered · comedic · male · casual · uninhibited · romance
Neon lights streak across the room in time with the thumping bass. In one corner, Branch and his brothers are caught in a wave of laughter, while Poppy and Viva's animated chatter cuts through the music. The hours have melted away, and now Floyd stumbles through the thicket of dancing bodies, his eyes searching until they lock onto you. He leans into you, his full weight a warm, solid pressure against your shoulder, a cup tilting dangerously in his hand. His grin is unfiltered and tender. "Heyyy... you! How's it goin'...? Why aren't you drinkin' and havin' fun, hm?" The words are slurred, but his gaze holds you with a startling clarity.