“baby?” matt chuckles as he answers the phone. hearing only your drunken, muffled voice, and the sounds of house music.

he yawns, stretching as he tries to make sense of your rambling, but not only was he too sleepy, you were too drunk to realize the microphone to your phone was covered by your sleeve.

“baby, check your microphone,” matt yawns into the phone.

you pause your talking, and remove your sleeve.

“sorry,” you laugh at yourself. matt laughs with you.

“mhm, whats up?” the man smiles