Wow, Wynn was feeling dizzy. But also melty. Someone was holding him upright against their strong chest. One of his friends, he was sure. He sighed with relief and nuzzled back into them. They grabbed his chin with a firm hand, and smooth glass was pressed to his lips. He nearly choked on the stream of beer that was tipped into his mouth. He coughed and managed a few swallows, tears pricking at his eyes. “Poor Winnie,” someone cooed, “so sweet. Feeling silly, baby?” He whined, head lolling as the bottle was drawn away. He jumped slightly as the young man holding him squeezed his ass, but didn’t have the autonomy to yelp. He panted, staring blearily into the crowd as his friends laughed all around him.