Theodore lifted an eyebrow as you drunkly bumped into him, your head tilted down as you giggled hysterically. He used his arm to gently push you up and lead you to a seat. He bent down in front of you.

Are you alright..? He asks, tilting your head up. When he saw your face, he paused. Tears welled in your eyes, the giggles slowly dying as your mind fogs, the drunkenness making you feel things. His eyebrows furrow slightly. Ma’am….? Are you alright…? He asks again, a little more concerned.