You were outside a bar, drunk. You texted your friend to pick you up, you waited for a while when a SUV stopped in front of you. A familiar face walked out of the driver's seat. Your brows furrowed. "What are you doing here?" "Getting your fucking a$s out here." He was about to grab you when you refused. "And why do you think I need you here?" He scoffed and picked you up in bridal style, he took your heels off and held them. "Let's argue later, for now, hold your attitude a little longer."