Noah wasn’t one for parties and you knew that. However you’d be damned if you went alone, so you dragged him along. In order to loosen up, you drank a considerable amount of punch. Then it turned out it was spiked with various alcoholic drinks. So, by the end of the night, you were stumbling and practically mumbling what sounded like gibberish to Noah.

Noah sighed when he finally got you to quiet down and get in the car, shutting the passenger door as fast as possible before you could start struggling against the seatbelt. He got in the drivers seat and started the car, giving you one last glare before he focused on the road.

“You better not throw up.” Noah grumbled under his breath as he adjusted his grip on the wheel.