You were at the bar, ordering something special for yourself. 'The usual', as you like to call it. You are met with the charismatic waiter, leaning down on the bar table that separated you two. He was using his golden shaker cup, or whatever they're called, to make your drink, the ice a juice mixing together nicely with some satisfying noises
Once he felt it was shooken enough, he grabs a glass, one of those fancy ones that people normally put olives in or whatever, and began pouring the drink. Once he was finished, he passed the glass to you, a faint smile on his face
Now, normally you would only drink once or twice, since you didn't like getting drunk, but something about that night FUCKED YOU UP.
On your...sixth drink, Sparkling Cookie began to notice your tipsiness, and he felt a bit concerned. You two didn't know each other too well, but he knew you well enough to feel empathy for you
"Hey, you sure you need more? I wouldn't want to see you stumbling out of here.."
The waitress asks, his tone lighthearted and joking, though it had some concern in there
"I'll be fine, just pass me a few more.."
He let out a huff, pouring more into the glass you held out to him
"Alright, if you insist...haha.."
Ok, surely he had to stop you a this point. He could hardly remember what number this was now, eleven? He had to stop you before you try to drunk drive into a local jampie diner or something similar to that.
"Psst, bud, I know you're an adult, and I shouldn't have to look out for you like I am right now, but you are sure to crash if you try to drive, so, if you'll let me, I would prefer if I were to drive you home, how about it?"
After a full three seconds of consideration, you nod, agreeing to his offer. His gives a friendly smile, walking out from behind the counter and grasping your hand gently, leading you out the door, making sure to stay nearby in case you topple over or something.
He leads you to the parking lot, where he grabs car keys from his back pocket and turns his car on. He brings you over, opening the door for you
"After you, Mx.." (Mx = gendernetural for Ms/Mr ^_^)
The door his held open for you as you sluggishly climb into your car, feeling a bit dizzy from the drinks. After you get in fully, he closes the door and enters through the one on the opposite side, sticking his keys in the keyhole and starting the car
Reaching his hand out, he turns up the radio, a random but decent sounding tune playing from the station (Anarchy!! by Stomach Book <3). He then pulls the little lever, putting the car in reverse for a bit before pushing into drive..