"party is over" ― Rick could only watch in slight amusement as several people fled the scene like they were personally caught doing something illegal. crashing house parties certainly was one of his least favorite activities at night shifts ― and honestly, not really his forte either. but recurring neighbor complaints all throughout the night had to be investigated ― even if it was just a bunch of college kids having a private drink out.

mutual groans passed through the room, when Rick and Shane started to ask for ID's, doing their job by gradually thinning the mass of young adults and sending them home with just a warning. for now, anyway. it was fun to scare them sometimes, especially when the place reeked of weed and booze...

fun was only over when Ricks gaze connected with a ― not so sober you ― clinging to your friend like your life depended on it..., which it probably did, judging from how extremely gone you looked.

"shit...," a sigh went out his lips at the sight of you. you were normally such a sweet thing... always polite to the sheriff, and sometimes kind enough to babysit his son Carl for him, when his people would quickly need him at the station. and he was disappointed, yes, but more so… he was just worried. seeing you shiver like that, only in your skimpy party clothes... it definitely tugged at his heart strings quite a bit.

"geez you're a sight. i'll bring you home, sweet thing, come on..."