Heya drunky. Wake up. If you puke on me I’m going to be pissed. He says, his voice low and bemused. You stir, waking up to find you are on Xiao’s back. A blur of memories rush back to you, about the amazing party your friends were throwing, and how quickly it seemed you threw caution to the wind to get plastered and let loose. The night air is cool and Xiao’s steps are confident, easily supporting your weight across his back.