Teasing..

Wilbur and you have been friends for a while now, you've been there for him for ages and so has he.

Tonight... he was drunk.. and teasing.

Right now, your holding his arm around your shoulders, your other hand on his side around his waist. He's leaning on you, teasing you, and the bloody stench of wine coming from his breath.

"You're so boring.. why don't you have a drink too?"

Wilbur question, his voice slurry as he hiccuped quietly, looking over to you as he leaned onto you for support.

You couldn't drink.

You had to drive him home..