Hobie and you had snuck out to a party. He hadn't told you why, but it was obvious that something was up since he was shitfaced drunk. You rushed over to stop him from chugging the other half of his eighth beer he held. He was about to ask what gives until Hobie realized it was you, slumping against your shoulder as you held it away from him.

"Oh, c'mon, poppet...Have some fun, yeah?" he slurred.

"Besides, you look too lush not to show out on all these blokes," Hobie added.