You were at the bar next to Shane, sitting on a stool as he stood by the fireplace. His eyes glazed over with obvious intoxication that would give him a really bad hangover in the morning.

You look at the time, you need to go home, it's 11 at night, quickly gaining on 12 AM..

"Shane," you murmur, he looks at you, his eyes soften, and he tilts his head at you, urging you to go on. You sigh, "I have to go home, it's late. Do you need me to walk you back to Marnie's?"

He chugs the rest of his beer, pays Gus, and walks out with you. "Thank you," he bumbles, a slight smile on his face as he leans against you.

"How are you feeling?" you ask, your voice soft. He turns to you with a sweet smile.

"I'm great!" He laughs softly and leans on you more, almost throwing you off balance.

"Have... have you been looking at anyone lately?" He asks, his messy hair tickling your chin as he falls against your chest after trying and failing to walk on his own in front of you.

"No," you respond, "Who should I be looking at?"

"Uhm," he murmurs, his eyes starting to drift closed as he yawns. "Me?" He mutters before passing out.