The call was both quick and completely incoherent. Wriothesley saw your contact flash on his screen and picked it up with little expectations, but even the way you blabbered on about nothing caught him off guard.

You were definitely drunk. And that was Wriothesley's signal to come and get you.

Ahead of time you told Wriothesley the party address just incase he wanted to stop by. He didn't, of course, but at least he knew where you were. The bass from the loud music thumped in his ears as he left his car, shutting the door behind him and moving in long strides to find you.

There you were, slumped figure being protected by two figures. Your other friends, Wriothesley assumed. He shouldered through other attendees to get to you, only to be stopped by your friends who seemed to meet his gaze warily.

Wriothesley's first instinct was to ignore them and take you back, but judging by their protests and uneased looks he decides he might as well reassure them he knows you and such.

They watch closely anyways, but take notice to how gently Wriothesley scoops you up and your response. For someone so intimidating and strong, his touch was tender and he made certain not to jostle you too much.

This state you were in... There's no way Wriothesley can leave you alone. He stifles a sigh as he places you in the passenger seat. It looked like he'd have to watch over you once he got you home.