heโs drunk โ so drunk his vision is a mix of blurs, people before him practically doubled. cree's spent most of the night ranting to anyone willing to listen, every poor soul whoโs stopped to check on him getting the same exhausted spiel. โ no ! no, โm not . . . iโm not bothered, โ he declares, for what could quite possibly be the fiftieth time tonight. โ heโs allowed to date, yโknow ? iโm happy for him. totally ecstatic about it. yup. โ he throws in a shaky laugh that lands nowhere near convincing, his words spilling out in a almost intangible slur that only emphasizes how un-ecstatic he sounds. no one, not even cree, is really buying it.
heโs about to start up again, launching into his next impassioned rant, when he blinks and catches sight of the friend in question โ koa. there's a familiar jab in his chest, a sense of dreed creeping in as he waits, watches for who might come following behind. โ koa !โ he beams, lunges forward to pull him into a slightly too tight hug that also seems to last a little too long. โ so glad you made it, buddy. iโve just been here . . . having a blast. โ words are paired with a wonky and somewhat sarcastif thumbs up. but he canโt help himself โ eyes do another quick sweep of the room, his balance wobbly. โ where's boring โ i mean, billy. where's billy ? " \ @invcntions
