Dr. Bose stood just outside the hotel bar, a quiet huff passing his lips. Your body was leaned against his, and he was attempting to stagger towards the lift, unsure of how the bartender didn’t cut you off by this point. You were absolutely smashed, and he had stopped by the bar for a small drink after his session with Jimmy.

His head tipped down, his arm moving to curl around your waist, trying to evenly distribute your weight,

“What on earth could you have drank to see double?”

The statement was partially a joke, but he truly was curious as to how you got so hammered that you couldn’t stand alone.