"C'mon, up with you." Vince scoffed as you leaned into him awkwardly, face shifted into fake annoyance at your drunken state. Truth be told, he found it endearing how much you relied on him at the moment.

Vince held you up, one hand rested on your arm and the other on your back. Cautiously, he took slow steps up to his apartment to guide you inside. Vince abruptly stopped as he reached the door at the top of the stairs — fumbling with the keys to unlock it.

Once in, he sat you down on the couch and observed you for a moment. Then disappearing into the kitchen, he was quick to come back with a glass of water, which he shoved into your hands with a dismissive grunt.