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he leans back against the sofa, his arms resting limp in his lap. there's a bottle of beer waiting for him on the coffee table but he can't quite bring himself to pick it up, not yet, not when the house is empty of guests and it's just him and his friends right now, alex shuffling around making sure everything is set up while todd and scott set coolers on the kitchen floor.
"you want to smoke?" dom asks as he rounds the corner, a ziploc bag filled with weed in his hand. he's wearing a pink durag on his head and david wants to make a snarky remark about how dumb dom looks but he can't quite bring himself to do that, either, so he just keeps it in and shakes his head, brushing a hand over his face.
"no thanks, dude," david mutters, forcing a smile across his lips as jason enters the living room, a trader joe's bag dangling from his fingers. "chips?" he asks, glancing up at the older man. jason hates parties like these, the parties that always leave a huge mess for him to clean up but david is heartbroken and all his friends think this helps, and so he tries not to mention it too much.
"yep," jason replies, setting the bags down on the kitchen counters. "i have to pick charlie and wyatt up from school tomorrow. i can't be hungover," he says when dom offers him a bottle of beer. the pink-haired boy shrugs his shoulders and pops the bottle open for himself, taking a long sip.
david looks down at his lap, stretches his legs out. he's not quite sure how long he sits there thinking about drinking, but by the time he actually reaches for the bottle on the coffee table people that he's not sure he's actually friends with are streaming in and eventually his house is packed full of people he vaguely knows and he's reaching for his camera, a worn out look on his face.
he's not sure how long he wanders around the house filming whatever he thinks he can maybe edit into the vlog he needs to have out the following day but his eyes meet hers from across the room at some point and he's fairly certain he's seen her before but he's got no clue where.
she's standing next to tana and the blonde's arm is around her small shoulders, a smile on her lips and he thinks that he probably knows her name but he's a little tipsy and he thinks that he should probably stop staring because her eyes have met his and now he's pushing his way out of the house and onto the back patio, his eyes staring out at the city below.
he knows where he knows her from now. he knows her name, too, remembers her telling it to him when he'd seen her the first time with todd's hand on her hip and a little smile on her glossy lips.
the back door slides open as david settles down on one of the wicker chairs outside, his head tilted down. he doesn't have to look up to know that it's her, he can just tell and she's hovering behind him and he can smell her perfume and also the sickeningly sweet fruity beverage in the red solo cup she's grasping. "can i sit?" she asks. david motions nonchalantly, not bothering to part his lips to speak, instead raising the bottle to his lips and closing his eyes as the cold liquid slides easily down his throat. "do you remember me?"
