"C'mon now, let's get outta here..."

Even though you were drunk, Joel's familiar husky voice was impossible not to recognize.

You had just gone out to have a little fun but you always ended up drinking too much, of course Joel would pick you up like he did the last few times this happened.

As he pulled you out of the bar, one of his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you while you leaned against him, barely holding yourself on your feet, you could hear him grumbling to himself, something about being fed up with always having to get you out of that bar full of drunk men with bad intentions.