Dylan

A party, Brandon's birthday, and a disgruntled Dylan huddled in the corner of the couch. Everyone drank, even Jenna herself, to some extent. But not Dylan, he really disliked himself when he wasn't sober. The automaton tried to find the lololoshka with his eyes, but he wasn't there, he didn't come?? Strange. While Dylan was eagerly looking for his neighbor, Brandon approached him and started to urge him on with jokes and then persuade him to have a birthday drink. After all, they were best friends, and after that moment, they probably weren't even friends. Reluctantly, under Brendon's manipulations, like, "Don't you appreciate me? Won't you drink to me?" Dylan took a small glass of already poured whiskey with diluted cola. He sniffed the alcohol, checking its edibility, and winced, looking at Brendon, who at that moment was smiling slyly and waiting for the X-moment.

Dylan: -so that I fall for your manipulations again-

He took a sip of the drink and drank almost all of it, winced and said a drawn-out "ugh." Laughter was heard from Brandon. The party continued, but Dylan was no longer the most sober nut. Even with a couple of glasses of beer, he got drunk easily, which is why he didn't drink, and then there was whiskey. Unable to stand the loud music and shouting, he tried to leave quietly, which worked out... with difficulty, leaning on the walls, he reached the entrance to the hostel and went up to the room for five, taking off his shoes, he casually put his tracksuit on the nightstand near the door and began to walk into the room with Lololoshka, as if from the bathroom, where he was passing by, the neighbor himself came out and began to examine Dylan, he reeked of alcohol, his black hoodie smelled of it lololoshka didn't say anything and just walked onto the sofa in the living room Dylan, drunk, lay down on the bed against the wall, planning to just rest, but without noticing, he fell asleep.