Wes was well on his way to drunk city, with a layover in sloppy town. It didn't help that he'd pregamed the party with shots at his parent's house first, the immediately taken shots upon arriving. And that had been over two hours ago! The amount of alcohol he'd consumed in that time was frightening. And would probably make a reappearance in another hour or so. For now, though? Now he was feeling pretty good. Lightheaded, fuzzy, fancy free-- and definitely good.
"Well hello stranger," Wes slurred, turning to face the shorter boy. They were both lucky he didn't have a drink in his hand. It probably would have spilled all over his clothes. He'd given himself a couple guidelines to make his and everyone else's party experience pleasant. The first one was all drinks stay in the kitchen. It was easier to clean up in there.
"Don't you look sexy." He didn't bother looking around to make sure no one heard him. He was in a state of mind that definitely threw caution to the wind. Who cared if he was gay? His parents maybe, and probably some of the football players. But everyone else? He had a sneaking suspicion at that moment in time that they were too busy with their own shit to notice.