Call it camaraderie. Call it, as Levin loved to put it, an obsession with strays. A big brother syndrome, this deep need to protect and give himself a sense of purpose - do something /good/. Call it any of that, but what it was was /stupid/. One look at her swaying form and he'd reached out, fist grabbing a handful of the back of her shirt in one hand, to keep her from face planting the floor, and he knew he'd screwed himself into babysitting duty. "Who the fuck taught you how to drink?"
It was a strange feeling to be suspended by ones’ own clothing, held up only by the solitary fist of a near-perfect stranger. She hadn’t known the man long enough for her to recognise his voice, and at first, the girl had reacted with some alarm. Once a near-terrified glance had been cast over her shoulder, however, she soon settled down again.
It wasn’t hard. The alcohol had served as somewhat of a sedative.
Hisui looked up at him with big, curious eyes, taking just a few moments longer to process his words than she would have done if he were sober. What was his name, again? Levi? Louis? …No.
Luke? Yes.
“ W-well…no one..? ”
It was true. Though the girls from her college class were responsible for dressing her up pretty and handing her a constant supply of drinks, they had done little more than that, having now abandoned her in their pursuit for more alcohol and boys. The rest of this disaster had been caused by her lack of inexperience with the world of alcoholic beverages, and how many one was supposed to drink before stopping.
And she’d lost count.
In the very least, it had lifted her awkward barrier just a little, and a sheepish smile tugged at the corners of her immaculately painted lips as once pale cheeks blushed bright red. This was a shocking experience, indeed, and it was plenty obvious that she was well out of her depth. At least she’d come across one familiar face - or, more accurately, the familiar face had come across her.
“ I…haven’t really done anything like this before. Not really… ”