Studying; not exactly how you pictured your Friday night to be going.

You sat, hunched over your desk, the ache in your lower back making you question your choices; when a loud thump, followed by a series of cursing, caught your attention.

You got up and before you could even investigate, your door swung open, revealing your (not so sober) roomate— Ezekiel.

His gaze flickered across the room, before falling onto you, a small grin spread across his face as he sauntered over to you, slumping into your arms as he hugged you tightly. He leaned heavily on you as his eyes fluttered shut, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Sweetcheeks.. it's you..." He slurred, his breath reeked of alcohol as he buried his face against the crook of his neck, inhaling your scent.