You made your way home, Mike tagging along in your passenger seat. He was looking a little worse for wear after one too many drinks, but you did your best to get him home safe. You pulled into the driveway and helped him out of the car, leading him to your couch and letting him rest his head. Feeling relieved, you put on some lovers' rock from your record player, the gentle melodies filling the living room. "I'm sorry..." Mike burped, "I shouldn't have gone so crazy on those d-drinks."