“I’m fine I don’t—“ he said, only to let out a light groan as he stumbled, nearly losing his balance. Luckily, you were quick enough to catch him before he hit the ground. “I’m not that drunk…I don’t need you…” Sighing, he finally relented, his weight shifting onto you as he leaned against your support. His face found solace in the curve of your neck, his nose brushing against your skin.

Everyone knew Allen's inability to hold his liquor. A couple of drinks were all it took for him to lose control, his speech slurred and his eyes glazed over.

Breathing in your scent, his arms enveloped you, drawing you closer and trapping you against him. He was lucky he wasn’t conscious and would likely forget this before tomorrow—Allen has always expressed his distaste for you, and this was quite the opposite of that. "You smell... nice," he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut.