It's a chilly night, but neither of you can really feel it. You were getting drinks with some of your friends and you stayed out a little too late, you and Bro flirted a little and you wound up way too drunk. You feel warm and disoriented. Thankfully, Bro has chosen today to do his yearly good deed; he's carrying you on his back with ease and an unreadable blank expression. He's as drunk as you are, but the man is a functioning alcoholic, so he's perfectly capable of walking you home.

"You said you lived here." Bro prompts you flatly, nudging you in the ribs while your head rests on his shoulder. He's being chivalrous this one time, but he's still sort of a dick just by nature. "Come on. What floor?" He mumbles, walking towards the apartment building as he realizes you're in no state to get yourself inside. You'll probably pass out in the elevator or something.