Lee should’ve known better. He’s never been known for handling his alcohol, and getting drunk wasn’t an ideal scenario— but here he was, thrown over your shoulder and rambling unintelligibly. You were both lucky that he hadn’t gotten physical with anyone or anything, yet.

“Hey…” Lee whined, swaying in place and looking to the table with a glossy gaze. He groans complaints when you take a cup of sake— water, he had mistakenly thought— from him, chiding him for his intoxication. Face flushed, Lee grumbled.

“I’m not— I’m not drunk, or anything… c’mon…”