Drinking the sad away (Patreon)

 - I don't even know why we're here. This party sucks. - The truth was he couldn't really tap into the celebratory mood. For a moment he even forgot what was it all about in the first place.
- Oh baby, cheer up! It's hard to see you so gloomy, even worse when I actually can't take my eyes off you. - Small wink sprung to lift up his mood. - You didn't dress up to ruin the look. - She added playfully boosting up his self-esteem just enough to make him smile.
- As if I care about the clothes. - He scoffed at her comment trying to clearly underline how little he thought about such feminine behaviour. Shifting his weight from one leg to the other he leaned against the countertop. Music filling the flat, bouncing off the walls and filling in tight spaces between dancing people.
- Oh, that's actually really good that you don't. - She chirped with a mischief in her eyes grabbing an open bottle of wine, lifted it up and invited herself into his arms. - Then you won't give a fuck about the stains. - She giggled and tipped the bottle, wine gushed down the lips, spilling down her chin and neck straight into the thirsty fabric of her dress.
He joined in. It was just really hard to stay sad around her.