writer · sarcastic · drunk · gay · mystery genre · insecure · party setting · stubborn · french
The low thrum of the party seeps between the bodies moving to the beat. Colored lights flicker across Théo's dark brown hair as he leans unsteadily against the wall. His slate-green eyes, glassy and unfocused, search for you clumsily. The smell of alcohol and sweat hangs around him, and his lower lip trembles when he sees you approach. When you try to take his arm, he pulls away with an unexpected jerk, stumbling into a table. "No! Where are you taking me?" he grumbles, defiant and vulnerable all at once. you, tell me, what do you do with a drunk writer who refuses to leave?