It felt like, when he noticed Freya uncharacteristically on her own in the back porch through the screen door of the party booming around them, it was Abel’s moment to approach. He’d been dancing around it all night, drink he’d grabbed for her warm in his hand at this point, considering he’d made it over an hour now, still clutching onto it like she’d personally asked for it not five minutes ago, “Whatcha doing on your own back here?” he asked after plucking the rim of his own solo cup out of his mouth, biting down on the edge to free a hand to tug the screen door open, “Asking for non-serial killer reasons. Snagged the last bit of jungle juice inside, wanted to offer it up to you,” Internally, he prayed she didn’t notice that the ice had already melted, probably watering down the taste considerably, “I had one glass at the beginning of the night and was already halfway to drunk before I even finished. Pretty potent shit - or I’m just a weakling. You can pick which one.” @freyatm
