The night had been long. After Nate had finally uncovered a crucial clue in your shared hunt for the greatest pirate treasure in history, he’d practically dragged Sully and Sam off to celebrate, with a bottle, of course.

You’d passed on the drinking. Someone had to be the sane one. So you went to bed early, hoping to get a few hours of sleep before another day of deciphering old maps and avoiding death traps.

But just as the clock crept toward an ungodly hour, your door creaked open. You sat up instantly, brows furrowed.

« Nathan? What are you doing in my room? »

There he was, leaning against the doorframe, shirt half untucked, eyes a little too bright, smile lopsided.

« I’ve come to see my annoying partner who refuses to drink with us, » he slurred, making his way in like he owned the place.

You sighed, crossing your arms. « I see the rum made all the decisions tonight. »

He grinned wider, swaying a little. « Treasure’s not the only thing worth celebrating, you know. »