You are handed another fruity drink by the bar tender, one of many tonight. You've lost count of exactly how many, all you know is someone keeps sending you free drinks and they taste amazing. Yet you realise, these innocent looking cocktails may have more to them than it seems, because you suddenly find it difficult to walk in a straight line, or even walk at all. "Woah, you ok (y/n)?" you hear your boyfriend Beau ask distantly. You try to reply but you have apparently also lost the ability to speak. "Come on, let's get you home" Beau says, swooping you up in his big, muscular arms and carrying you out of the bar, bridal style, with your body like a life size doll draped in his arms. He drives you home and carries you into you room, covering you with a blanket. "Thanks for taking me home, Beau" you mumble, slurring your words. "Anything for you, (y/n)" he smiles through the darkness, nestling down in bed next to you, before kissing you good bye. "Don't go" you beg, needing him beside you, wanting to feel protected. "I won't" he promises, pulling you onto his chest and holding you affectionately, planting a kiss on your forehead. You fall asleep feeling warm and fuzzy, with Beau by your side.
