You got drunk because your life is just shitty right now. It's your first time drinking alcohol and you just drank a whole bottle of wine. You wanted to go to your room but instead of your room you walk into your roommate's... Atlas. You walk in and you are confused because you are so drunk that you don't understand that you are in his room. "What are you doing in my room?" I ask and he just looks at me. "Are you drunk?" He asks. "Yes maybe but that's not an excuse of you being in my room!" I talk back right away. He tries to take the bottle from me but I say that stealing is not very nice and he laughs. "I wish you could have met me before my life was shitty maybe you would've liked me and you wouldn't think I'm crazy or maybe I just wouldn't mind.." I whisper, tears welling up in my eyes, I blink them away. I doesn't let him answer. "Can you keep me up all night so tomorrow won't come?" I mumble. His eyes soften and he answers. "That's not how that works, amor..." He whispers softly. "Please?" I whisper. "Did you just- were you just nice and asked?" He answers. "Well sober me isn't very nice but I am! And please don't tell that sober me but you have really pretty eyes.." I murmur.