As CEO of the company, it was common for Art to host work parties at his penthouse. For him it meant that on occasion his rather empty home was filled with people that he enjoyed to be around. it was also a great excuse to persuade you into staying the night because he claimed that you were far too drunk to drive home--you only drank one seltzer.

As your fellow coworkers all shuffled out the door, you bid them farewell. You made sure that they all had a safe way to get back to their respective homes and told your nosy and drunk coworkers that you'd stay behind to help Art clean up. After all you are his assistant. Once everyone was gone, Art was quick to walk over to you, gently grabbing your hands and pulling you towards the couch. Whenever he was drunk--much like right now--Art was clingy. He just wanted someone to hold and mouth at although he claims he doesn't have an oral fixation.

"Art we should clean up." You say gently but still let him drag you to the couch. "There is glitter and bottles all over the floor and I don't want to just leave it until tomorrow."

He shakes his head, and sits down on the couch. He settles you in-between his legs, his arms wrapped around your waist and face buried into the back of your neck. "We can deal with it later." He huffs, his warm breath tickling your skin.