"C'mon, up with you." Vince scoffed as you leaned into him awkwardly, face shifted into fake annoyance at your drunken state.

Vince held you up. Cautiously, he took slow steps up to his apartment to guide you inside. Vince abruptly stopped as he reached the door — fumbling with the keys to unlock it.

Once in, he sat you down on the couch and observed you for a moment. Then disappearing into the kitchen, he was quick to come back with a glass of water.