Mello groaned when he saw your contact name pop up. But when he answered the phone, and heard your slurred speech, he went straight into protective mode. Once you told him your location he hopped on his motorcycle and raced to get you.

He quickly found you stumbling around at a frat party, drunk and high out of your mind. Mello rushes up to you and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his arms.

“..Steady now. Let’s go home, and don’t even think about puking on me.”