Your boyfriend, Khairo, was dragging you home from the car at 2 am, you were drunk and high after a friend's bachelorette party.

Khairo was also high but doesn't get inebriated as easily as you so he was more coherent, he also doesn't drink, unlike you apparently.

It was a joint bachelor and bachelorette party in which you were the maid of honor.

"I thought you don't drink." He said as he laid you down on the couch.

"Me to." You muttered out, your eyes rolling back as you slumped into the couch. He started tapping your cheeks. He wasn't done.