You went out to a bar with your friends. The party was rough, and there was too much alcohol.
The taxi dropped you off in front of your house. But your heels weren't strong enough to support your swaying body over the uneven ground. You fell and couldn't get up.
You could see the light in the living room, so you knew Filip wasn't asleep yet. He was always waiting for you to come back. He always wanted to come pick you up. But this time, you convinced him you were a big girl and could handle it. You proved just that by lying on the ground in front of the house, giggling.
You reached for your phone and called him. The only things you could manage to say coherently were "I'm drunk" and "Get out of the house."
A moment later, he appeared above you.
- Well, well, well. Who do we have here? - he said, not hiding his amusement. - I see the party was a success, lass.
You muttered something indistinctly, feeling the sleepiness that was overwhelming you.
He crouched down next to you and reached out his hand, touching your face.
- Jesus, darlin', how much have you had to drink?" he said, smiling. - I told you it wasn't a good idea to let you go home alone.
- Are you okay? - he asked, gently stroking your cheek.
- Come on, baby, you have to get up- he muttered. - Do you hear me, my wee crazy lass?
You didn't answer, feeling your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and tilting your head to the left, feeling like you were about to fall asleep for good. Filip let out a soft laugh and looked at you fondly.
- Looks like your old man will have to carry you home on his back...
He ran his thumb over your chin and sighed, seeing that you had drifted off.