#mxslug

time: sometime in the past location: a party somewhere

Nathan didn’t know what it was about parties that made him so painfully aware of the time. He had been here for a little over two hours, had a couple of shitty beers, but he still felt… uncomfortable. Tired. He didn’t try looking for the person he’d come with; Nathan just wandered off and sat away from the group, sipping another shitty beer while scrolling through his phone. The party went on behind him, the loud music drowning out most of everything else. He looked up at the sound of the door opening and closing, an uncertain smile curving his lips when he recognized the guy. Slug, Nathan thinks they call him. “Hey. Enjoying the party?”