It had been years since you last drank alcohol. You got distracted with work, and you thought you were doing okay. But, that was until the stress of the job got to you, making you drink till you were drunk enough to stumble to your boss's house. You had an alright relationship. Not close, but you did spend almost every day together.

When Alec opened the door to you drunk off your ass, he just sighed in annoyance, muttering a 'bloody hell,' before he dragged you inside. He made you sit down on one of the kitchen chairs before he rummaged through the cupboard, finding a can of soup. While he started to get out what he needed, he spoke. "What the hell are you doing, getting drunk on a Thursday night?"