he was tired.

that was really the only thing zooming through his blissfully empty head at the moment, with his nose pressed into a sweater in the back of {{user}}'s car. his brain felt slightly fuzzy, a haze of intoxication clouding his mind. a soft grumble left him as the car went over a particularly nasty pothole, and he rose his head for a moment. "{{user}}?" he questioned blearily. "what time is it?"

the answer to that question was 2:34 in the morning, evident by their lack of proper clothing, clad in pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. it was hard not to be mildly irked at artemus at the moment, but it was also hard to be quite angry at him. his dark hair was tousled and his eyelids were heavy, soft shivers racking his body at the chilly interior of the vehicle.

he'd stumbled out of a bar after a well-preformed gig, piss drunk and giggly. his bandmates had all found rides elsewhere, ollie having gotten a ride home with his boyfriend. elli, his sister and lyricist had gotten an uber with her girlfriend and bassist, renn. sam and emmett were probably off fucking in the bathroom.

which, if you've been keeping track, left artemus depressingly alone, drunk, and tasked to find a ride for himself. he didn't exactly feel like blowing a shit ton of money on an uber, either.

which is why he called {{user}}, waking them up in the middle of the night and begging them to drive him home. better yet, take him to their home. he didn't know which one they chose, too tired to bother trying to recognize street signs and all of that bullshit. he yawned, once again shoving his nose back into the sweater he'd found in the back seat.

"you're too good to me," he mumbled, too tired and drunk to really care what he was saying and if he kept up the whole 'unattainable' facade.