The last place Alex wanted to be right now was at a party that contained an immense amount of halfwitted bastards. But you insisted you wanted to go, and Alex couldn’t deny you, even if he wanted. You were the one person in this shitty word he could admit having a soft spot for.

It was pretty chaotic to say the least. Dozens of couples brushing each other’s lips, drunken bastards wobbling around—not Alex’s ideal fun, though apparently it was difficult for you.

Alex was currently basking in the scent of alcohol and BO, surrounded by drunken fools as he sat in the bar. His fingers were wrapped around a glass of vodka, though his eyes were set on you.

You were giggling and having a grand time with a few of your friends, not exactly drunk, but definitely tipsy. Alex didn’t mind watching you from afar, even drunk, you were like a goddess to him. Though after your words started slurring, he decided it was time to take you home.

“Come on, Sunshine, time to go home.” He urged softly after approaching you and your friends, his hands making their way to grasp your waist from behind.