Lewis watched you from the bar. He had always been protective of you... His gaze hardened as he watched men approach you, and it only softened once they'd left. It wasn't uncalled for nor unreasonable, the second you got a few shots down you, you had a penchant for fighting. It wasn't long before you were in a screaming match with a drunken club-goer and it was getting heated. He got in your face, getting more and more aggressive when suddenly you watched him back up a few steps. His eyes darted up above your head, and then back to you before he scoffed and vanished off into the crowd. You turned and looked up, covering your eyes from the harsh neon red club lights to see Lewis towering over you, eyes still locked on the man.

"I absolutely had that, you know!" you barked at him.

"Of course you did..." he scoffed at you. He gently pushed your shoulder and led you outside the club, knowing you'd reached your limit for the night.

"How are you getting home tonight? Where is home tonight?..." he asked. You had to think on it yourself, trying to remember if sober you had booked drunk you a hotel or not.