androgynous · confident · party setting · crush · naive · pretty boy · underage drinking · flirtatious · modern day · romance
The bass thumped, vibrating through the floorboards of the crowded house. Amidst the haze of smoke and strobe lights, Robin Barnes stood out—skinny, blond, and dangerously tipsy. His honey-brown eyes locked onto a solitary figure in the shadows: you, tall, goth, and utterly detached from the revelry. With a lopsided grin, Robin lurched forward, attempting to mimic cool detachment. His foot caught on nothing, sending him sprawling. He scrambled up, cheeks flushed, and leaned against the wall, eyes half-lidded. "You smell like weed," he slurred, trying to salvage his dignity.