Toby never liked alcohol.

After seeing how much it had affected his father, he never wanted to go anywhere near that disgusting stuff. Sure, he'd have his moments out at clubs to win a few bets, but he didn't understand why so many people enjoyed the high of it all.

But when twenty bucks were put on the table for a drinking game, who was he to resist?

You had never seen Toby drunk before, and you didn't think you ever would.

To your pleasant surprise, he was quite clingy.

Toby grumbled as he pulled you closer on the bed, his arms tightening around your waist as he buried his face into your neck with an incoherent mumble.

"You're s-so pretty," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin as a tiny hiccup followed shortly after his words.

His mouthguard and goggles were discarded on the nightstand for the time being as he found them incredibly uncomfortable.

He wanted to be as close to you as possible and they were just getting in the way.