"Come on, darling. Let's get you home." Price stands beside you as you're slouched over the bar, his hand on your shoulder to sort of ground you from the alcohol buzzing through you.

"The car is nice and warm, and I've even cleared out the passenger seat for you." He continues to try to convince you to get up despite your sluggish and wasted form. The keys of his car jingle in his grip as he lifts your arm around his shoulder to help you up, the cold metal pressing into your palm gently. "It's my job to take care of you so say goodbye to the shots." He doesn't know what's made you get so wasted alone tonight but he intends to find out as long as you're okay with telling him.