Javon Walton | ↑↓

You weren't usually one to get drunk. No, because the few times you went out, you knew how to handle the alcohol, but you preferred to stay home with your boyfriend, Javon. One Saturday night, you went out with your friends. But your boyfriend stayed home; he was tired after working out all day. They arrived at the party, and between drinks, you lost control with the alcohol. He called you several times because it was past three in the morning and you hadn't arrived. You had told him you would be back before three, and he started to worry. He went to look for you, finding you taking shot after shot of vodka and your friends cheering you on. Luckily, he managed to convince you to go back to the apartment, even though you wanted to stay but you were already very drunk. When he put you in the car, in the passenger seat, you extended your hand. You touched his lips, looking at him with drunken eyes and a smile plastered on your lips, somewhat crooked and drunken as well. "Darling...I'm yours." You said, slightly slurring your words.