Misinterpretation : Dustin and Eleanor
Eleanor: only occasionally went to parties and when she did, she didn't drink very much. She was usually the one to get the drunk ones home safe and sound. She had her usual customers, one's their addresses she knew by heart, so when she found Dustin sitting on the couch in the same state as the last person she threw into the back seat of a taxi, she was definitely surprised. Thinking back on the past couple weeks, though, he had been acting weird. She figured if he had wanted her to know what was up, he'd just tell her but he hadn't revealed anything to her. She made her way over to her best friend, pushing through the dancing crowd and itching a little at the new tattoo she had developed on her arm not three days ago. She sat down next to him. "You good, Dusty?" she asked. "You aren't usually one to get drunk at these kind of things."
Dustin: was slightly spooked by the girl he didn't see coming to him as his focus went to the nothing he was staring at and the thoughts the shuttered through his mind. He gave a small smile when he saw who she was and completely surpassed her first question saying "Hey, El." instead. He shook his head at her saying he wasn't one to normally get drunk. "I'm not really, maybe a little tipsy... do you wanna get drunk?" he asked lifting his eyebrows slightly at the girl.
