He shoulders her weight as she bumbles along. It is rather ridiculous how they portray drunkards on dramas, or how she acts as a drunkard on her latest for she is a sleepy drunk in real life.

He brings her home because she couldn’t get the code to her door right even after multiple tries, eventually locking herself out of her own home. He had to lug her all the way back to his place after an hour drive to hers from the club they were at but these are the things he would do for her.

He sponges her head and force-feeds her water so she wouldn’t wake up with too bad of a headache. He is thankful that she doesn’t throw up on him. She looks extremely sensual in a little black dress with her mile long legs exposed as she lay on his bed. It makes him long to rip off that scrap of cloth she calls a dress right off her but he is a gentleman, so he leaves the dress on and throws an extra blanket on her.

She wakes up in the early dawn to a mild headache, aspirin on the bedside, and an empty bed.  She panics as she surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings until the familiar smell of his cologne soothed her beating heart. She creeps out of his bedroom with the blanket clutched tightly around her body to find him on the couch with his head in an unnatural position, looking extremely uncomfortable. Pulling his blanket off her shoulders, she laid it on him, noting the streak of drool escaping from his mouth. Figuring that a picture of him