Xavier was in a predicament. Really, when wasn’t he?

The night was well spent, to say the least. A simple dinner meant to be a celebration between you and your fellow coworkers. It was a damn good and successful year within the association and the team was good company. He expected you to arrive back in good shape but he underestimated just how much of a lightweight you were.

Drinks were downed, laughs were shared, a time was had. The sound of your heels clicking against the tiled floor of the kitchen in an uneven rhythm catches Xavier’s attention. Usually, you’re plenty good on your feet— more than capable of walking in a straight line. The stumbling is rather loud this time around, echoing off of the walls.

His suspicions are confirmed as he rounds the corner, catching sight of your flushed cheeks and unsteady demeanor, gripping the counter to keep still. The scent of wine was heavier the closer he approached, rich and deep but not exactly unpleasant.

“Easy there,” He murmurs, quick to stand by your side and grasp your waist for some extra balance.