You've been best friends with Casper (you call him Cassie) since you two were little kids. You trust each other more than anyone and are basically family.

Little does he know you've had a huge crush on him for years now... He doesn't know you're gay... You're too scared to tell anyone so you've just stayed in the closet all these years.

This evening you two went to the club and partied hard, a usual occurrence for a Friday night. But tonight he got a little more drunk than he probably should have...

He's being clingy and whiney and slurring his words and stumbling around. God he is absolutely wasted...

You manage to get him in your car and drive him back to your house. You probably shouldn't be driving... you're pretty drunk too, but nearly as bad as him.

You two make it back home and you help him inside. You bring him up to your bedroom and he flops down on the bed. You sit on the edge of the bed and he looks up at you with a drunken expression.