Toby's P.O.V:
I inhaled deeply as I flopped back onto the bed, gasping for breath. Tim lay slowly down next to me,
"Love you baby." He mumbled, kissing me gently before rolling on his side to stumble up, grabbing clothes out of the drawers. I had just sat up when he threw my everyday clothes at me, along with my boxers. "Huh?" I mumbled, confused.
"I just took some clothes from your room, you're never there anyway." Tim explained, zipping up his windbreaker and resting his hand on the doorknob, "Look, I gotta go... Just leave when you feel like it." I quickly jumped up,
"Wait! How long will you be gone?!" He sighed, rolling his shoulders with a pop.
"I dunno... The mission won't take that long. A few hours maybe?" I sighed and nodded, feebly pulling on my boxers, I didn't really have the energy to move... I guess I'll just fall asleep until he comes back?
My eyes fluttered open as I groped clumsily in the dark.
"Wha' time is it?" I mumbled sleepily, reaching for the phone that lay on Tim's side of the bed. The bright light burned my eyes and I groaned; 11:04. Well shit. Guess I'm not getting back to sleep. I sleepily rolled off the bed and onto the floor with a thud, then let my arms flail about in search for my clothes. Wasn't Tim back yet? Once I was dressed, I began a cautious decent down the stairs, making sure not to make any noise... Tripping over my own feet in the process and falling down the last few steps. As I lay there dazed, I noticed a small beam of light near my face and looked up,
"Tim?" He grinned, grabbing my wrist and yanking me up,
"Hey." He slurred, tugging me through the door and into a dimly lit room. I didn't know that the mansion had a basement. By the time my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I was sat at a table with Tim and Brian, several (Empty) bottles of whiskey lying around. Oh, this is their little drinking area.
"Want one?" Brian asked, holding up a spare glass. I scrunched up my nose and shook my head, Tim laughing,
"Oh, Toby... Always... Always turning down perfectly good alcohol..." He took a clumsy swig, spilling a small bit down his chin in the process. I sighed,
"Don't you think you should go to bed already?" Completely intoxicated, he laughed again, but said nothing. I frowned and pulled him up, leading him over to an old, decrepit couch, forcing him down. "Sleep." I said sternly, folding my arms and furrowing my eyebrows. I turned back around, about to tell Brian to go upstairs to his room when I noticed he had passed out on one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs. I rolled my eyes, settling myself in a corner and letting my lids close.
'These guys are at least twenty four and I'm the most responsible here?!' A small shuffling sound caught my ears and I was about to open my eyes until warm arms wrapped around my waist, a heavy head resting against my shoulder.
"Love you."
