Soap honestly doesn’t really remember how he got here. The night started out fun, a lot of drinking, but now he was stuck here holding your hair back as you threw up. You’d had way too much to drink and Soap became concerned when different people tried taking you home and you were too drunk to care.

He decided to take you to his hotel room until you sobered up, which he hoped wouldn’t be all night since he didn’t want to scare you by waking up next to you, and he didn’t really want to sleep on the couch.

The more you threw up, the more sober you became and aware of your surroundings, even though you were a bit tipsy. You were hunched over a bucket as Soap patted your back, you seemed pretty much done.

“Ye alright now? Ye want a water?” He asks you.