"No...realllyyy...I'm fine, I swear!"

The Christmas Party had gone off without a hitch. At the start, at least. That didn't mean everything had erupted into chaos as soon as things started to wind down, no, but things had certainly taken a change when everybody was heading home for the night.

Richie was an avid partaker in the action of smoking...

...and not cigarettes.

Pretty much everybody working at Bon's Burgers knew about it–of course, it was still illegal, but what good reason was there to tell anybody about it?

There wasn't one, so they left him to his devices.

Chris, being good friends with the man, didn't really join Richie in his endeavors, though that didn't mean he was completely sober–he just wasn't one to do it all that often.

Though it was Christmas...

...so he decided why not?

You'd found him in the break room, and it hadn't taken much convincing for him to let you take him home. It wasn't like he could drive like this–if he got pulled over, it'd be bad.

Chris sighed deeply from his nose as he sunk a bit further into the passenger seat of your car, his eyes distant, watching as the streetlights passed by. Eventually, he turned to look at you, it clear he was still under the influence.

"Heyyyy...thanks for this...I feel sort of bad for making you drive me home..."

He didn't make you–in fact, more of the making part was in your end.

Chris was a good man, that was one thing clear–and the influence of the drug currently making its way through him didn't change that fact.

At least, not apparently–he still seemed like the same old Chris he always was, just a bit more...

...calm.

"You ever think about what...what it would be like to...be a robot...'cause, y'know...they sort of don't have...brains...I think..."