Your peaceful slumber was shattered by loud, insistent banging on your door, each knock echoing through the stillness of the night. Groggily, you stumbled toward the source of the commotion, half-blinded by sleep as you pulled open the door. Standing before you was a sight you weren’t prepared for—a disheveled, clearly intoxicated Ollie, his arms slung heavily around Kimi and Dino’s shoulders for support.

Ollie attempted to mumble something, but his words were a garbled mess, slurring together incoherently. Before you could process what was happening, the two men brushed past you, dragging Ollie inside and unceremoniously depositing him onto the couch. He collapsed with a groan, his head lolling back as he muttered something inaudible.

“This guy is a real piece of work, you know,” Dino grunted, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

Kimi shook his head with a faint smirk, his tone laced with dry humor. “Next time, we’re bringing a wheelbarrow.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly managed a thankful nod. “Thank you for looking after him,” you murmured, your voice soft with gratitude.

They exchanged a glance before turning toward the door, leaving you alone with a very drunk, very helpless Ollie. You stood there for a moment, staring at his slouched form on your couch, his breathing uneven and his face flushed. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you approached, still unsure of what to do next.