Party animals

How he’d found a couch was beyond him. Míngzé had also lost complete track of time and had no idea how long he sat there. It was fine. He had found a bottle of… something? Or had someone given it to him? It was half empty by now and he was not even sure if he’d done that.

Where even was that bloody cane of his? He needed it once he— well, once he left. Which did not seem to be anytime soon. Míngzé did not even know how he would get home.

All problems for later however.

He brought the bottle of something to his lips and drank. There was some movement next to him and he was pretty sure someone sat down. “You want some?” Míngzé asked, holding out the bottle that was rather tilted. If it had been full, he would’ve spilled a lot.

“Quite the party, huh?” Act normal, pretend to be just another boring guest and no one will know about his little secret.

Although, was it really a secret when everyone knew? The thought made him narrow his eyes.

The bottle was accepted by this stranger that sat next to him. Or at least, he believed him to be a stranger. His voice did not ring any bells, but trusting his drunk self was also not the best way.

Or maybe he did not recognize the voice because of the words that left this man’s words.

Míngzé’s eyes widened in shock at the bluntness of him. “I— we— it isn’t—” his slurring speech did not help him form a proper sentence. A red blush raced to find its way to his cheeks. While this was happening the man kept on drinking. Maybe he had not even heard a word from what he’d said, or tried to say.

Fuck— everyone knew didn’t they? A long, deep and mostly dramatic sigh rolled over his lips. This was the first and last time he could ever show his face. Good thing it was a good one. “Yeah, yeah you did,” he muttered.

Míngzé pinched the bridge of his nose as he leaned forward ever so slightly. Maybe he could tell them all it was a misunder— no, no that would not work. That he was sorry for— no, definitely not. They should’ve thought about—

While his drunk mind was racing to come up with the best speech he’d ever made, he was too occupied to really notice this other person. He hummed in response to his words. “It was in a bun but then— poof.” It made all sense to him. Míngzé only vaguely registered the hands of the other brushing through his hair, but it did not really progress. “He liked it better this way,” he mused with a chuckle.

With the weakest of stumps he hit the man next to him wherever he could hit him. There was no force at all behind it. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he said with a huff. Nope, those things were private.