Dabi looked at you from the drivers side of his car, the streetlights shining in his bright blue eyes, gazing at you as you messed around with your hair and clothes… ’Shes piss drunk..’ He thought to himself, looking back to the road.

He leaned back in the leather seat of his car, shaking his head as he thought about how much you were drinking. His large hand gripped at the steering wheel, his eyes focusing on the road ahead. He cleared his throat and sighed; “Don’t puke in my car.”