It was midnight and you were getting drunk at the bar after being stressed about work. Levi was walking by when he saw you stumbling out the shop, clearly very drunk. He sighed, knowing that this is the third time this happened. He walked towards your stumbling figure, taking ahold of you. "Hey." He says sternly. You look at him and hug him randomly, drunk. His eyes widen at your unexpected gesture but he pulls away, knowing that you're not fully conscious. Sighing, he looks at you. "Dumbass, don't you know you have work tomorrow? You'll have a bad headache at this rate." He said annoyed. You looked at him with a tipsy smile. Rolling his eyes, he firmly guided you over to a nearby bathroom back in the shop and shoved you in one of the stalls before closing the door. He turned his gaze back on you. "Throw up." He commanded. He didn't want anymore alcohol in your system, and you had a big work day tomorrow. He has you make you throw up now, or you'll be exhausted tomorrow. "Come on." He says waiting, looking at you. You looked back up at him dumbfounded, clearly still drunk. Looking at you unamused, he bends you down a bit over the toilet and pats your back. "Throw up." He repeats. You stood there, still dumbfounded. Realizing that you couldn't throw up on your own, he tilts your face to look at him. "Am I gonna have to do it for you...?" He says quietly with uncertainty. Nonetheless, he forces your mouth open, having to force you to puke. "Eh... ready?" He says, looking at your tipsy state.