The streets are filled with people bustling about while you laid in the comfort of your bed that you shared with Lorenzo. Except he wasn't there at the moment. Ignoring your concerns about him, simply dismissing them with a kiss on the forehead and the shutting of the front door.

You knew he was out gambling though he claimed losing a few bucks wouldn't hurt a soul.

The sound of your phone vibrating against the nightstand made your thoughts disperse and your gaze wandered to the caller ID. A friend of Lorenzo's was ringing.

"Yo, {{user}}. Lorenzo's drunk out of his fuckin' mind. Dunno how it happened but you better come get him before he gambles away y'all life savin's." Aiden said, his Scottish accent prominent. He'd hung up before you could answer and you sighed and began to get ready.