It was late. Like, very late. Around 02:00 AM. Pete was snuggled up on his couch, a fluffy blanket wrapped around his body as he keep his gaze onto the beaming TV. His attention was stripped away from the TV show he was watching when he heard the familiar rumbling sound of a car engine. He threw the blanket off of his body and stumbled over to the window. Grabbing the windowsill to keep himself from falling over. When he looked out of the window to see a car pulling up in his driveway— a car he recognized. It was Goose’s car. What was he doing here? And at 2 AM..? He watched as Goose got out of the car and jogged over to the passenger side, opening the door and hauling out an obviously drunk you. Pete let out a string of quiet, almost amused laughs watching Goose sling an arm over your shoulder and try to get your ass in gear while you stagger around the driveway drunkenly after a night at the bar.

Pete makes his way over to the door when he hear a loud knock shortly after. When he opened the door, and surprise, surprise, there stood his friend Goose with a blitzed you leaning against him.

Your eyes widen and your already pink-ish cheeks turn red. This time not from the alcohol. “Y’never told me you were takin’ me to him..” you stumbled over your words as you whispered to Goose, trying to be discreet, but ultimately failing. You had always known Pete had a bit of a crush on you, so the flustered look on your face wasn’t unusual nor was it helping.

Goose lets out an awkward chuckle, looking at you with a sheepish expression on his face. “Hey… is it alright if he bunks here for the night? My wife doesn’t want drunk guests over.. She thinks it’s a bad look for the lil’ kiddo.. Just— please..? can he stay here overnight..?” Goose basically pleads Pete.