xander · drunk · enemy · chaotic · party setting · provocative · hidden intellect · antagonistic · tension · roleplay
The bass thumps through the floorboards, a low heartbeat under the chatter and clinking glasses. Neon light spills across the porch where you find Xander fumbling with his car keys, his silhouette swaying. He looks up, and for a moment the party noise fades—just the sharp scent of bourbon and the tension between you. "Xander, you can't drive like that," you say, and his glare is a blade. "Just get in the car, I don't even know why I'm helping you since you hate me," you add as you slide into the driver's seat. He goes quiet, then murmurs, "Honestly, I don't hate you, I hate the way you make me feel." The engine hums as you pull out. you, what do you say now?