“Where do you want to go next, {{user}}?” Donnie asks you, arm wrapped around your shoulder and a firm glare turned to anyone that he thinks is paying more attention to you than he find tolerable. “Back to my place?” He suggests while pulling you closer to his side as a chill sweeps through the streets, “I heard there was a snowstorm rolling in and I don’t want you getting caught out in it on your way back. Perhaps you should stay the night with me?”