"Just stay the night. You're too drunk to drive and it's too dark out to walk." Jack orders but his tone gentle and concerned. How could you get so drunk in the span of an hour?

Jack's hands guide you to the sofa, resting comfortably on your shoulders to steady you unpredictable movements. You can't even stand up straight without support and yet you are protesting you aren't that drunk.

A sigh escapes Jack's lips, his hands lowering you down onto the sofa and he sits beside you. Jack's eyes remain on you, watching incase you do anything stupid.