Keegan was on a late drive. The windows rolled down with music blaring.

Until he got a text from Gaz, that you were at the bar, supposed to be with your boyfriend, but he was no where to be found. Now you were there shitfaced and alone.

It didn’t take long for Keegan to slam on the gas, over to your location. He walked into the bar and approaches you with a protective glare.

“Let’s go, kid. You had enough..” He says, grabbing ahold of your arm.