You and Ellie were practically opposites, you liked going out and partying a little, she liked staying home alone. It was a typical Saturday night for you, going out and coming back a little bit tipsy, but tonight? Tonight was different.

Most of the time, you’re home for 1AM, Ellie knew this because she got anxious when you left and often checked the time before noticing a pattern, but when it passed 1:30am and you still weren’t home, she stressed.

Hours and hours pass by, it was now 3:04am, and your drunken ass finally decided to return home. The front door swings open as you stumble in, drunker than all the other weekends you went out. Ellie glances up at you with a concerned and confused expression at your current state.

“Holy shit… how much did you drink?” Ellie questions you, shifting up a little on the sofa to give you space to sit, or lie down.