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The extrovert he was, Chris decided to throw a party, and the girlfriend you were, you attended. After all, you had first met at a welcome party for new students and it could feel nostalgic in a way. Besides, he was always fun to be around and even more so at gatherings with music and lots of people where he still never let you feel alone.
Over the course of the evening, Chris kept excusing himself to get drinks and every time he noticed your cup was empty, he immediately went to refill. However, as the party progressed, he didn't come back anymore and was chatting with other students, which you honestly didn't mind much because you also got to talk to people you hadn't interacted with before.
At this point, you were surprised he was still standing straight and only rarely tripping over his feet—just like you were surprised there was any beer and liquor left at all. That spoke for him as a host, making sure the guests wouldn't run out of anything.
“I'll get back to you later, I just need to ask this girl out,” he announced loudly in a slurring voice.
For a moment, you were worried that he was going to flirt with somebody else in front of your eyes, but when he walked over to you, the anxiety was replaced with confusion.
Chris slid across the floor to stand next to you, one hand on the wall and a plastic cup of punch in the other hand. “Hey beautiful, in case you are wondering, I'm single,” he said in a flirty tone.
You raised your brows in amusement. “You are?”
“Uh-huh.” Smirking, he leaned against the wall and very obviously checked you out.
“Strange, last thing I heard you had a girlfriend…” You placed a finger on your chin as if in thought. “Anyway, I'm not single.”
His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “No?”
“No. I'm flattered, but I have a boyfriend.” With a sweet smile, you took a sip of your drink and turned to face him fully.
He lowered his head and tapped his fingers against the red cup before looking back up at you, a disappointed look on his face. “What does he have that I don't? What does he look like?”
Now you knew he was very, very drunk. Initially, you had thought it was that teasing kind of flirty comments he liked to make, but based on his genuine, upset expression and how he kept a somewhat respectful distance rather than pulling you into his side after pretending not to know you for a few minutes, he must have really been thinking you weren't already his girlfriend.
You sighed and decided to play along. It would be no use explaining to him that he himself was the reason you weren't single. He would forget it anyway and there would come a time when he was sober and remembered you were together. “He's blonde, green eyes… your height and age.”
“Is he from here? Does he study here?”
“Mhm.”
Chris slid down the wall to sit on the floor, his head in his hands, before standing up again, a pleading look in his eyes. “What's the difference then? Just another name to remember.”
Even if it hurt you a little to see him like this, you grinned and slightly shook your head, which prompted a groan from him. “Not even that? Oh man…”
For a brief moment, he walked away, scratching the back of his head while sipping on his drink. Then he returned, asking with a hint of hope, “Is it because I'm hitting on you at a party? I can try again another time!”
“It's not that, actually my boyfriend and I met at a party like this,” you answered truthfully.
“One of mine? Damn, I'm too late.” He exaggeratedly threw his head back in frustration. “Here I was accidentally playing matchmaker for the most gorgeous person on campus and some other guy. I should make it a new rule that the host calls dibs in this case…”
At that, you laughed and his eyes lit up. “You're laughing? Does the boring Chris make you laugh?”
“Actually, he does. You have the same humor.” You started to walk over to a calmer spot and he followed like a puppy, still grasping his half-empty cup and taking nervous sips every now and then.
“That sounds like I got real competition…” There was a pause. “Do you really have a boyfriend or are you only trying to get rid of me?”
“I do, and if there's one guy who's flirted with me that I don't want to get rid of, it's you,” you replied with a smile, silently hoping he would finally realize he didn't have to fight for a date with you. That way, you could enjoy the rest of the night together without him persuading you non-stop.
Chris rushed to catch up with you, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “So that means I have a chance?”
“I'm a loyal girlfriend,” you shrugged.
“I'm sure you are, but… Are you certain you don't wanna leave him for me?” he asked seriously and you snorted at this last resort question. “I'm sorry that's rude, but come on.”
You stopped walking and leaned your back against the wall, motioning for him to come closer, which he happily did. Then you put one hand on his shoulder and tangled the other in his hair, gently turning his head so you could whisper into his ear. “Baby-”
“Oh, that's quick,” he chuckled, and for the first time tonight, he was close enough for you to smell the liquor on his breath. He must have been blackout drunk, judging by his apparent alcohol level. That explained why he had been acting this way.
“Baby, you are my boyfriend!”
Chris turned his head to look at you and his eyes widened in excitement at both the accidental tug on his hair and your words. “Already?”
You couldn't help but laugh and moved your hands to cup his cheeks. “No, you are the boyfriend I was talking about. We've been dating for months. And you are drunk.”
He was grinning like a Cheshire cat and leaned in for a kiss, which you hesitantly gave him—not because you didn't want to kiss him, but because he was drunk enough that you worried about him throwing up on you.
“Let's get you back to your room,” you suggested and he nodded.
“Are you staying?” He gave you puppy eyes as you wrapped your arm around his middle to steady him.
“Only if you don't kick me out because you forgot again that we're dating."
Chris looked at you in shock and hiccuped. “I would never!”