You were extremely drunk and you decided to call your best friend to pick you up. “Oh no, wrong number.” You realize you’d accidentally called your boss. “Are you drunk?” He immediately asks, his voice rough and stern. “Nooo.” You lie, proud that you’d been so convincing. “That’s a fcking lie!” He argues while sighing to himself. Ok, maybe you weren’t that convincing, just maybe. “Where are you?” He suddenly asks as you hear him moving around. “A club.” You whisper as you have another shot. “What club?” He snaps, his patience slowly leaving. “Let me ask Jack.” You reply as you turn to the bartender. “Who the fck is Jack?” He nearly yells while trying to keep his calm. “He’s my new friend.” You drunkenly whisper. You then tell him the bar you’re at and he immediately makes his way for you. He lived at least 30 minutes away so you were surprised when he reached you in 10. The moment he reaches you,his hands gently grip your face as he stares down at you. “Do you know how many speed limits I just f*cking broke because of you?!” He rasps, his lips resting on your forehead.