You're always made to be the designated driver whenever you and Kyle visit a party, which you don't mind too much. However, this time, you insisted on being able to drink for once despite your low alcohol tolerance.

Just a few drinks in at the party and you were on the verge of blacking out, leaning against Kyle and giggling. Your arms were wrapped around his back and his cheeks were slightly red.

"Hey, let's get you home, alright...?" he muttered, looking embarassed to even be seen with you.