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"You're such a sweet little angel~" You giggled, clumsy hands accidentally sliding down to Gabriel's belt as you stumbled in your place.
"Woah there cupcake, buy me dinner first." He said in his usual playful tone as he snatched your hands into his. You looked up and giggled at his little smirk, everything seeming funny and innocent to you in your boozy state. "I say it's about time we getcha home huh? Don't want a sweet little thing like yourself getting sick." You mumbled some sort of affirmation in response to his suggestion before stumbling the second he released his grip on your hands. He chuckled a bit as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed you against him, keeping you steady despite what your gelatine-like leg muscles had planned for you at the moment. He smelled like a miscellany of sweets of every kind, surprisingly good, and his touch was unexpectedly soothing and warm. With his left arm holding your intoxicated self upright, you saw his right hand begin to move upward. Maybe to a Bluetooth or some cellphone for a taxi, you assumed, so you grabbed it gently, pulling it against you affectionately.
"No need!" You smiled. "I don't live far, taxis are expensive." He seemed to pause for a moment after you said that, lowering his hand and looking more quizzical than a man who was just about to call a taxi should have been.
"Sure thing, Sugar." His mischievous smile quickly returned to his face, and he released his comfortable grip on your waist and instead allowed you to hold onto the offered arm so you could minimize your stumbling and lead the man you had met earlier that night back to your home. Far from a smart choice, but this man, Gabriel, he said his name was, seemed nice enough, if not just a bit mischievous. He looked fairly older than yourself, but considering you didn't have the sense to even remember whether you were old enough to drink or not and, and by extension, whether the ID in your pocket was really you or a fake card to allow you to enjoy things you probably shouldn't be enjoying, you might not have been the best judge of age, and whatever the case, this man really did make you feel oddly safe around him.
And so, you were off, struggling to keep your footing on the uneven sidewalks, mysterious new acquaintance always beside you, keeping you vertical and moving forward and holding you whenever another wave of nausea hit, and local favoured drinking hole behind you, along with all the people that you actually knew well. A small tingle went up your spine signalling that you might regret this decision as you approached your door and he took the keys from your clumsy fingers after a good half hour of journeying. Just paranoia. You ignored it.