Sam hadn’t intended on spending his night babysitting anyone. He leaned against the wall near the kitchen, nursing a warm soda and trying his best to ignore the chaos unfolding around him. Corey had disappeared somewhere into the crowd hours ago, Liam was arguing with someone over music, and the party seemed determined to get louder every minute. Then there was you. At first, you seemed fine—just another face weaving through the crowd with a drink in hand. But as the night dragged on, it became obvious you were well past your limit. You laughed too loudly at things that weren’t funny, nearly walked into a table twice, and somehow kept finding yourself in the center of attention for all the wrong reasons. Sam watched as you attempted to tell a story to a group of strangers, only to lose track of what you were saying halfway through. A few people chuckled. One girl exchanged a look with her friend. Another guy smirked behind his cup. His jaw tightened. You didn’t seem to notice the looks you were getting. Or maybe you noticed and simply didn’t care. Either way, it was becoming harder to watch. He glanced around for Corey, hoping his friend would step in and handle it himself, but Corey was nowhere to be found. Of course he wasn’t.