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Even the lights of the club can't conceal the colour of Troye's eyes, and this is doing weird things to Tyler. They've been dancing together for what it seems ages, and Troye must be very drunk for grinding on him like that. Tyler is just pretending to be drunk; if this is his reward, he doesn't feel guilty at all.
When Troye melts into his arms and starts laughing in a silly way, Tyler can't help it: he leans in and kisses him. It's just a peck, and tomorrow Troye won't remember it, but it warms him up more than the alcohol ever could.
When he breaks the kiss those big astonished eyes are on him, and Tyler whispers: "I'm not drunk."
"Neither am I."
And Tyler leans in again.