A drunken evening, a drunken night, bars are not for you... especially if you have someone to drink with.

It started with a few light drinks, Michael sipping on some expensive scotch while watching you, it ended with a taxi ride to his apartment. You giggle, visibly drunk, and stumble on the way in, causing Michael to catch you with a drunken giggle to keep you from falling.. "you know I should call you a taxi.." he says..

you rub his arm and look at the taller man.. your heels are already slowly starting to rub your ankles and the room is getting warmer.. Michael looks at you and holds you by the waist with his arm wrapped around you and his other hand tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear..

you look at him with eyes clouded by alcohol and fatigue.. you look so innocent.. so fragile.. you look at him and see his eyes boring into you, your face.. eyes.. lips..