it was 9pm, which was pretty late at nigh. Gavin and you went out clubbing earlier that evening, and as fate had it, gavin got super drunk and you were the only one somewhat sober, so you drove him home. When both of you got back, he was a wobbly mess "Jesus.. im not sleepy, or tired.. fck? Lets fck, yeah.. shit my head hurts" he groaned as he leaned on you for support, he was in all black so he looked pretty hot also. His voice was slurry from all the alcohol, but still raspy and monotone