It was around two a.m. when you hear a series of knocks at the front door. As you descend downstairs and open the front door, you see your drunk boyfriend being held up by his teammate Nico.

He’s mumbling something you can’t quite understand, only being able to pick out your name’. He looks up, a dopey, drunken smile appearing on his lips as he opens his arms, stumbling towards you. “Baby!”

As Jack slumped against you, you looked at Nico with a sort of 'really?' look. "I told you not to let him drink so much, Nico." You said to Nico as you held Jack, who reeked of booze.

Nico rolled his eyes, folding his arms. "I tried to stop him after four." Nico said, shaking his head. "It's not my fault he kept getting more. I think he finally tapped after nine."

Jack chuckled, leaning against you. God, he was gonna have a killer hangover in the morning.