Ah, must be the sparkler. [dry. surely not the eyeball related flirting that gives an energy boost.

he unfortunately has to let go of pal's hand for this plan to start taking motion, grabbing his crutch leaning behind his chair. the mug he placed to the side gets lifted, the bag of various fireworks left on the chair. hopefully people would take them responsibly, he's giving up guard duty to hang out with his boyfriend like a delinquent.]

I would, I think. Maybe I'll finally have some of that tequila. [he's refrained, mostly because he wanted to be alert and able to help out pal if he needed host backup regardless of committing to aggressive wallflowering.

he holds the mug out to pal and says,] Get me something and I will go scope us out a blanket, yes? Then maybe you can convince me to begin certain counting duties.

[who are the real teenagers at this party, honestly.]