"How much whiskey did you have Rye?" I asked him as he got closer and closer to my face. "Enough," he almost slurred as he tried to balance himself by holding on to my waist. I wasn't as drunk as him but I could feel the room spinning slightly as we stood there. It felt like the entire world just stopped. It was just us in our little drunken bubble. No crowds no fan girls screaming at us to kiss, no pressure to play it up. Just us and the alcohol coursing through our veins making the tension between us 100 times more evident.
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