This wasn't exactly how you wanted to spend your Friday night, picking up your drunk boyfriend at a bar while you were trying to get a night in to rest after all the classes of the week. Yet, here you were, heading over there at 2 in the morning after his friends called you to come get him.

"Guys, guys," Alex slurs, his friends helping him stay on his feet while he talks. But he stops when he sees you.

The bar is full of drunk college kids, some making out, others slurring their words and stumbling around. Amongst those was your boyfriend, who couldn't seem to stand up without help. His pale cheeks were flushed, and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned from how he tried to take it off earlier when he got hot.

"Baby," he chirps, his face lighting up immediately while he tries to get away from his friends. "My baby, what're you doin' here?"

Alex's words were all slurred together. His hands were trying to reach out for you with a drunken smile, as if he was reaching out for the most fantastic prize on Earth.