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Spencer
Spencer tosses back another shot of tequila and bursts into laughter--almost giggling, really--at part of a story someone's telling him. He licks the rest of the salt off his hand and jams a wedge of lime into his mouth. He's half-listening to someone else talking in his ear as he glances around the room, looking at all the people. The lime drops out of his mouth in surprise as he lays eyes on a dark-haired young man, just about his age, who's giving him the eye as well. He lifts his brows and the boy makes his way through the crowd towards Spencer, who is more than a little toasted.

"Hey," Spencer says, dragging the word out a little bit, a smirk curling the corners of his lips.

The boy smirks back and lifts a hand to Spencer's cheek, then leans in to kiss the opposite one. "What's your name?" he murmurs.

"Spencer," he replies, his alcohol-flushed skin growing even warmer. He's pretty sure he could come right now. "Yours?"

"Edward," he replies, drawing back with that same smirk.

"Well, Edward," Spencer says, stretching his arms over his head and stumbling a little to the side. He laughs and rights himself, looking at Edward with heavy-lidded eyes. "I think we should go in that room over there and take all our clothes off and see what happens." He's normally more subtle, but the alcohol turns him into Captain Obvious.

Edward hooks two fingers into the belt loops on Spencer's low-hanging jeans and pulls him forward, away from the mass of other drunk, horny college students.