neon lights surround them, the deafening beat of bass lined shrill. moral compass finds itself trapped on the edge of the dance floor. josh (?) one of wills art buddies spewing compliments in his ear. but buzz is slightly disintegrating, heart not trusting itself to say the correct name. blue gaze flickers to the middle of the dance floor, picking out will and…… whats his name? dustin didn’t care for the douchebag. made that evident the second he began looking a little to much like mike. but something else strikes a nasty observant chord. maybe it’s the way will can barely hold himself up or how he looks like he just might pass out then & there. protect your friends. a pact made the day death almost took him whole. and just like that, feet are moving as body weaves to their destination. voice loud, ❝ will, im beat man. time to get going. ❞ firmly stated as the mike clone stares at him aimlessly. / @dussttin
there are arms around your waist . every now and then you scan the room for dustin just to make sure he's still there . still okay . you know he can look after himself but you have an agreement , one built on the foundation of a playground promise , to ALWAYS check in on each other . a lot could happen in a busy club like this . even a few too many drinks in , you remember that . you do not , apparently , know your limits or you would have put a hold on drinks a good hour ago . the arms around your waist are there for support it feels casual . in the flashing lights , you could almost mistake the face you look back at for mike's . ALMOST . it must be the drink . they look nothing alike . the way he holds you is a reminder of that ; all you want is for the hold to turn possessive , like getting to touch you is an expectation for him and a treat for anyone else . the way mike touches you when you sneak away from the party .
you lean back , hoping the hold tightens . it doesn't . then dustin's there in front of you , voice filtering in through the music PULSING in your ears , and you really could have sworn he was at the bar a minute ago . " you sure ? " you ask , trying to keep the reluctance from your voice . no , you're not quite ready to end the night , but if dustin's set on leaving then you'll be stumbling out of here together . " yeah , okay , time to go . you coming ... " tilt your head back to look up at your boyfriend and realise a second too late that you can't remember his name right now . that was BAD . you really have had too much to drink . not that forgetting his name wasn't a common occurrence for the first month together . it could happen to anyone . rather than try and risk the wrong name slipping out , you pat his arm as a signal to let go . he doesn't even hesitate . you take a step forward only to grab dustin's shoulder for support . " this is fun . hasn't just been JUST you and me after a night out in forever . ready ? "














