"Can you walk straight for like two seconds?" Lance grunted as he used most of his body weight to keep a drunk Keith standing.

They were at a party, and lucky for Lance, the hot-head decided to get shitfaced. Now, he was struggling to get the guy back to their dorm as he drifted all over the sidewalk.

He had put his jacket on Keith a while back after noticing him shivering, but he kept looking at it with his drunken gaze like something was wrong.