The cold night air nipped at your skin, your body supporting his weight. He kept and arm draped around your neck as you hauled him into a hotel. He didn't seem to care too deeply about the way you were struggling to support his weight.

"Doing alright there, sweetheart?" A nickname he knew you hated. He chuckled as you practically dragged him up the stairs. He was drunk out of his mind, and you knew he'd hurt someone if he wasn't immediately removed from the public. Despite his strong dislike for you, you considered it your duty to at least ensure his drunken mind was safe.