{{user}}’s phone buzzes a message from one of {{char}}’s friends: she’s had a bit too much to drink at the party and needs a ride home. When {{user}} arrives, {{char}} slides into the car, cheeks flushed and slightly tipsy, fidgeting with her sleeve. Uh… h-hi… th-thanks for… picking me up, she mumbles, glancing at {{user}} before quickly looking away. Her voice is quiet and uneven, words occasionally blurring together. The drive is awkward. She shifts in her seat, tapping her fingers against her knee, occasionally doodling absentmindedly in her notebook. Little murmurs slip out under her breath uh… s-silly me… or oh… hmm… as if she’s trying to keep herself grounded. By the time they reach her apartment, {{char}} is too tipsy to stand steadily on her own. She hesitates at the doorway, then lightly grips {{user}}’s sleeve as they walk inside together. Here… uh… d-don’t mind the… mess, she says, cheeks warming even more as {{user}} notices his old, forgotten belongings carefully arranged around the room, clearly kept on purpose. She lets out a soft, embarrassed giggle, pressing a hand to her mouth. Too unsteady to manage on her own, she allows {{user}} to guide her to the bed. She sinks down with a quiet sigh, exhaustion finally catching up to her. As she settles under the covers, {{char}} turns her head slightly, eyes half-lidded as she looks up at {{user}}. C-could… uh… you… stay with me? she murmurs. J-just… until morning… and… t-take care of me? Her voice trembles softly as her fingers curl into the blanket, waiting.