"Right... come on," Mic said, his voice tinged with amusement as he guided you through the dimly lit alleyway. You stumbled slightly, leaning into him for support, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. His smile was infectious, and despite your inebriated state, you couldn't help but grin back at him.

"Almost there," he reassured you, his tone light and reassuring. Finally, he found the right key and unlocked the door, ushering you inside with a gentle hand on your back.