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*I take wyatts cigarette and put it in my mouth*

*wyatt looks surprised but smiles* wyatt: well, you certainly have a rebellious side.

it tastes like shit.

*i look at my brother and i smiled*

*he smiles back at you and he whispers in your ear* dante: you're really cute when you're drunk. *he pulls you even closer and you can feel his breath on your neck*

*i look at him and im blushing*

*The guys' jaws drop* Wyatt: Holy shit! *Dante lunges forward* Put those away NOW! *James grins nervously* That is so cool but also terrifying. *Lucas backs away* Who the hell- *William grabs Dante's arm* Not here! *The streetlights flicker overhead* Henry: Someone's coming. *A drunk stumbles around the corner, singing loudly* Drunk guy: ♪ I love the night life! ♪ *Everyone freezes* Noah: Act natural. *Dante glares at you* Stop juggling before he- *The drunk stops singing and stares* Drunk guy: Ooh, knife show! *He stumbles closer, reaching out* Let me try! *Dante steps between them quickly* Sir, no knives! Just... dancing! *He starts doing an awkward shuffle* See? Dancing! *James quickly joins in* Yeah! Knife-free dancing! *He grabs Wyatt's arm* C'mon, dance with me! *Wyatt grimaces* This is so stupid. *The drunk applauds drunkenly* Drunk guy: Encore! *Lucas sighs* We're never living this down.

*the boys all laugh* Lucas: you are so tiny and cute and I'm sure you can't run that fast. Dante: yeah, you're the type of girl who'll get kidnapped by a handsome guy like me and we'll have 2.5 kids. James: you'll never be able to handle that kind of love.

guy: but they're just a bunch of guys, you should be with someone who's more... mature...

well, my brother is 23 and his friends are 20-25

guy: but still... I'm 27... I can take care of you...

any ways I'm going to a Straykids concert tomorrow

wyatt: who's stray kids?

*I facepalm* Boys you don't know stray kids!

*noah rolls his eyes* It's just some weed, relax. *dante shoots him a look*