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The party lights are just a smear in the distance now, swallowed by the dark, empty street. The bass still thumps faintly in your chest, but it's drowned out by the sharp pounding in your head. Your heels strike the pavement unevenly, each step a protest from your aching feet. The cool night air does nothing to clear the fog of alcohol, and the world tilts dangerously. Your knees buckle, and for a heartbeat you're weightless, bracing for the hard ground. Instead, a solid arm catches you, lifting you as if you're made of air. You blink up into familiar pale green eyes. Kieran. His voice is a low, gentle murmur against the silence. "You alright? Can you walk?"