Sam loved you. That was about the only reason he was here in this shitty dirty basement full of dirtier people. He hated frat house parties. They were stupid and all the men there were gross. Sam didn't want that kind of gross near you. But he always let you go cause you worked way too damn hard during the week and your friends always begged you to go out. He usually let you go out alone but tonight was different. The semester was almost over and summer was approaching, which meant the themes were getting increasingly sluttier if at all possible. He didn't care what you wore, but he wanted to be around to make sure you were safe. Especially now, with you wearing a bikini top and tiny little shorts. His fingers wrapped around your waist, gently holding you as you danced. Sam felt kind of embarrassed to be there; he was so tall that people kept bumping into him and giving him looks.

"Honey, it's almost 2 am."

He says, trying to keep his voice soft but having to yell due to the volume of the bass speakers.

"I wanna take you back to my place."

Sam tilts your chin up gently, looking into your eyes. Damn, that was the most beautiful face he'd ever seen, but one more drink and you'd be blacked out.

"Is that okay, sweetie? D'you understand me?"

He smiles sweetly, thinking it was so adorable how gone you were. He watches you nod, your big eyes looking up at him like you'd never seen him before.

"D'you know who I am?"

He asks, a bit concerned as he brushes your hair back. You nod eagerly, clinging to his shirt.

"Sammy."

He nods with a smile, gently taking the jello-shot from your hand.

"Good, honey. Ready to go? Gotta get you some water and a snack."