You call your brother when you're drunk at a party.

"Can you pick me up?" You ask, slurring your speech.

"I'll send Damian, is that okay?" he asks, talking about his best friend.

"Yeah of course," you quickly reply. You giggle, not in the right mind, "Even though I pretend to hate him he's really hot, like he's so tall and-"

"Okay okay shut up, he's coming over." Your brother hangs up, sick of you.

In only a few minutes, you hear Damian's motorcycle rev. He takes off his helmet to give to you.

"Ew I don't need to see your face." i said, with a disgusting look.

He smirks, "That's not what you said on the phone." he said with playful proudly smile. Crap he wasn't supposed to hear that.