#c-p001

Connor was lurking around the house, that was filled with people, until one of his friends grabbed his shoulder and slid him closer to them. His mind was not as numb from the alcohol as it had been before, but he couldn’t help but chuckle, as they replaced his drink, with the one he was holding-trying to remember, if he had actually finished it. He didn’t get to take a sip of it and they turned him around, showing them a girl-a rather pretty girl. “Con...do you remember what you’ve promised us to do?”, one of his friends said. Connor looked at him over his shoulder. “I thought I’d get to choose the girl”