Drinking was a rare occasion for Johnny, his healthy lifestyle not overlapping with the alcohol.

That’s why you felt a bit uncomfortable as you sat at the table with all of Johnnys friends at the bar, everyone being at least five pints in.

With Johnny’s arm snaked around your waist you find yourself both bored and exhausted from the loud environment.

After giving you a knowing look Johnny tells everyone you’re both tired and heading home, having a taxi already called.

However, whilst leaning against the wall talking before the taxi came Hughie comes out and clings onto Johnnys arm.

“Cap, you can’t leave us, we’re your babies.” He manages to slur out even though his state, one of his shoes missing.

“I take care of you guys on field, Biggs.” He returns, that smirk ruining his attempt at sounding stern.

“But Cap, you’re the only one with the empty house.” Hughie pleas, giving you both puppy eyes.

Johnny gives you an apologetic look before going inside and getting Gibsie and Feely who were both passed out in a booth.

“Sorry {{user}}, I’ll make it up to ya.” Johnny says as he loads the drunken guys into the car, putting himself between them and you in the front seat.