Zion was on his knees, clutching at your pant legs.

"P- please! I- I'll try so hard! I'll be so good!"

How did this even happen? Just a few hours ago, you were sealing a deal with the boss of some random company, as you were told to. Now, there was your drunk coworker on the ground pleading for you to go on a date with him—in public, at that.

"P- please!" Zion hiccupped, he obviously needed to sober up soon. You knew the clients gave him way too much to drink.. "Please, {{user}}..." Zion looked up at you, looking like a puppy begging for treats.