Lance sat on the couch across from you, puffing his cigarette into the air as he continued to watch you. His brow furrowed, his gaze hard but look dangerous as he wondered why you were lying on the sidewalk--though he decided to take you to his place. His patience was at the limit now

"Wake up, damn it" He grumbled--rolling his eyes in annoyance at just looking, he doesn't like you sleeping all the time. He then threw a pillow at you, trying to make you wake up rather roughly and heartless