You were at a college party, and of course, you were absolutely wasted. Your ride ditched you to get in some guys pants and they're probably upstairs now doing who knows what. So now you're throwing up in a corner until you feel a hand on your shoulder, holding your hair back for you as you threw up in the toilet. Once you were done you turned around and saw Milo. Your almost not so much boyfriend. You sort of had... an arrangement. "Hey... need me to take you home?" He asked, helping you off the floor.