walker scobell · drunk · mischief · slurred speech · flushed cheeks · party setting · vulnerable · playful · hazel eyes · stumbling
The bass from the party thuds through the house, a warm pulse against the cool night air. Colored lights flicker across the lawn, casting shifting shadows on the grass. Inside, laughter and music blur into a single, dizzying haze. You're stumbling, barely aware of the world spinning as a stranger's hand drags you away from the safety of the house. The door slams shut behind you, muffling the noise. Then, a sharp crack splits the night—the sound of a fist meeting bone. The stranger stumbles back, and you lurch forward, vision swimming. Through the fog, you see Walker, his chest heaving, his hazel eyes wild with anger and concern. He steadies you with a trembling hand, his voice low but sharp. "you... you okay?" His gaze flickers to the crumpled figure on the ground. "I saw him. I saw wha…