Everything was turning into a blur for his vision and nobody who was talking seemed to make any sense anymore. All their words were slurred along with their distorted images, at least in his eyes. He had a bottle of vodka in one hand and some patron in the other, both half empty. Liam Payne, the mature one of One Direction was drunk. This was only because he was trying to loosen up and be more like the boys. He knew he wouldn’t remember this in the morning, and he knew someone would probably remind. In all, Liam didn’t really care. He just wanted to have some fun and he was going to have some fun with Niall. He was functioning quite fine, having drunk alcohol before One Direction in his past life.
It was pretty the first time, but after doing it a few more times, he turned into quite the drunken pro. As her wandered aimlessly into the garden, he fell down in the grass. Chuckling under his breath and closing his eyes. Liam was also known for being honest and quite flirty when he was intoxicated with liquor. He had already seemed to probably offend and amuse a few people within the house, but he didn’t mind. His Blue shirt having a liquor stain on it, wearing some grey sweatpants and some slippers. “Ugh, my head is so clear and floaty…” His words gurgling just a little bit, letting his eyes open back up and look at the sky.
He had been keeping some of his feelings on the inside, about the boys. He was questioning his sexuality a little bit, wondering just what was the way they acted around each other. They usually just lied and said they got on really well, but he wanted to test the waters and see if that statement was true. His first target was Niall, the Irish boy that he looked after as if he was his own little brother by blood.