The first time he saw those eyes, he was drunk. Mortifyingly so. Dan closes his eyes. And he remembers.
Chris was next to him. The drunken faces looked up at him, cheering. He was on the table, dancing to some crappy pop song that everyone liked. Usually he wasn't one of those people, but that didn't matter. He was too busy dancing on the table. Chris was doing some weird, 'snakey head' thing. It involved, basically, nodding his head to the side, stepping, and somehow making fit with the beat. Dan, on the other hand, was doing an intense version of the robot.
One thing caught his eye, one thing that stood out from the crowd. One person, though, was standing in the corner of the room, obviously not drunk in any way whatsoever. He was simply observing what was happening, with an amused expression. His sobriety was what made him stand out. All of the other teenagers, and young adults, were drunk beyond belief. That, and his eyes. The blue shirt he was wearing made them stand out.
Dan didn't know why he noticed that. Maybe they were just destined to be best friends.
He decided to not worry about it, and just continue partying. And partying he did. By the end of it, he could tick two things off his bucket list. Go crowd surfing, which he achieved after the table dancing with Chris, and get so drunk he threw up.
Dan didn't see blue-eyes until hours later. It was actually nearing two am before they finally talked. Feeling weirdly brave, Dan decided to introduce himself first.
'Hello blue eyes. I don't know if that's your real name. I doubt it. That'd be a weird name. You're probably a...I dunno what you'd be.' Dan frowned in concentration.
'Greetings random drunk stranger. My actual name is Phil. Although, I do accept Thor.'
Phil. That was his name. But, for some reason, Dan didn't think that suited him...
'No. you're not a Phil. And not Thor either.' Phil frowned. 'If you were Thor, then you would have longer hair. And bigger muscles. And a cape. And a girlfriend. I think you're a Gertrude! Yeah...Gertrude.' At that Phil sighed. Not even drunk teenagers thought he could be Thor.
'Anywaysies, Gertrude, how come you're at this party, and not drunk!'
Phil decided to answer as honestly as possible. He doubted this Dan would remember the conversation, anyway.
'I'm friends with the host, PJ. I was forced to come. He wanted me to have a good time, and get drunk. As you can see, I only managed one of those things. Watching people do things they will regret for the rest of their life is, unsurprisingly, entertaining. What about you, Dan? Why have you decided to come here, this very house, on this very day, at this very time?'
'Very, very, very, very! You say 'very' a lot, Gertrude. And to answer that very question, my friend Chris is friends with PJ. Actually, don't tell him I said this, but I think there is something between them, if you know what I mean.' Dan stage-whispered the last sentence, and added a clumsy wink at the end.
'Well, Dan, there is 'something going between them'. They have told everyone, and I'm assuming you as well.'
'They have? Oh, no, wait, I think they might have! Wow Gertrude! How did you know?' Dan was genuinely confused.
'Well, Dan, they told me. And PJ has 'secretly', brought Chris home with him'
'Wait, what? Noooooooooooooooo! My friend, Chris, is dating a PJ! How could this PJ do that to Chris! He's cheating on my friend!'
At this point, Dan sank to the ground, and started to sob hysterically.
'And he promised me gummy bears! And there were other things involved, like mushrooms, and apple juice!
By this point, Dan was just saying things. So, Phil carried him up to his bedroom, as the party was at his house as well, him and PJ were roommates, and put him into his bed, and just let him sleep. Dan fell into unconsciousness almost immediately.
In the morning, he didn't remember much of that party, but that conversation with...Phil, yeah, that was it, stuck in his mind.
