KALEBAVINSKY★ Caleb/Kavinsky

★Role as whoever you want!^^

Vince was nearly passed out drinking again. The only one who could get him out of the bar was Caleb.
Vince's messaging was scrawled, and he finally sent it to Caleb. The secretary read it almost immediately and didn't respond. About 15-20 minutes later, he was already standing at the entrance to the bar, waiting for Kavinsky. Without waiting, Caleb went inside, grabbed the lookout, and dragged him toward the exit. Throwing him onto his brand-new motorcycle, Caleb put his helmet on Vince.

• Please... just don't fall off the motorcycle... Hold on, come on.

Vince bowed his head languidly and grabbed Caleb by the waist. At this, the secretary tensed and snapped,

• Be okay!

The observer realized this and more or less grabbed the driver. They jerked

Alt City at night is beautiful. Everything is lit up, the people are buzzing. The Empire was at its peak.

Caleb somehow got Vince home, took the keys from his pocket, and unlocked the apartment. He shoved Kavinsky in and followed him inside.

—Come on, go to bed. I'll lock you in, I'll have the keys. I hope you have a spare house. I'll return it tomorrow.

Vince grumbled something and walked back out into the hallway. His head was splitting.

—At least drink some tea ...

—WHAT TEA DO YOU WANT? YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING. GO TO BED.

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