You were out n about with your friends, getting drunk and dancing the night away. By the end of the club's working hours, your feet hurt like hell, going to sit down and rest for a bit outside of it. Then you saw a familiar image - that brown jacket he always wore when it was chilly out, and fluffy brown hair he sports so well. Your mind immediately occupied with Frank. There and then, you decided to not go home, but go to his place. Before you could think it through, you were there, on his doorstep, bell already rung, heels in your hand. Waiting felt like forever, but after a few moments he opened the door.

"{{user}}, what are you doing here?" He says as he eyes you from head to toe, taking in your disheveled appearance. He looks like he was just about to go to bed, that messy fluffy hair and sleepy look on his face...