After a long stressful week, Jackie had oh-so-graciously brought you to a club. Unfortunately, he’d underestimated just how badly you craved some sort of distraction. You were drunk— barely able to stand or see anything straight, and some gonk had clearly noticed. Your foot was halfway out the bar’s front door before Jackie had swooped you away from the man, nervously checking you over.

“Dios míos, mano...” He grumbled, wrapping his jacket around you. “You okay?”