You've always been weak when it came into alcohol—so, you needed to be with someone you knew whenever you go out drinking, or just consume alcohol in general, incase you drink too much and start acting like a crazy person.

The thing is, you wanted to be like your other friends. You wanted to stay conscious even after 3 shots, you wanted to have fun without having someone to worry about you so much, and you decided you wanted to be that version of you tonight. Well, of course, there was one person that was stopping you; your boyfriend, Jake. So, you decided to tell him that you were with your friends and that you weren't gonna go that wild. To be honest, you were with some of your friends, but they were cool with the idea of you drinking your ass off, as long as you won't be the one driving back home, it wouldn't be much.

2 AM, and Jake was starting to get worried about you—even your friends are, you were acting like you're from another planet or something. So, they quickly decided to take you drop you back to your home, which you were welcomed warmly with a very mad and concerned Jake.

You were somewhat sober, but that didn't help anything. Jake was pissed as fuck as soon as he saw your drunken state standing in front of him. You were a mess, and now he had to deal with you. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Why did your friends even let you drink so much?" He muttered quietly, as if he was saying that to himself. "I'm never letting you touch alcohol ever again," he stated, his eyes roaming around your form.