“Address?” Finn waves his phone in front of the drunken man’s face, but only hears a groan in return.

“Nghh,” Nik whimpers, reaching for his head before massaging it in small circles. “My head…”

“Drinking all night will do that to you,” Finn laughs bitterly, more so to himself than anything. Leave it his luck to leave him with babysitting a newbie lightweight. Not that he’s even necessarily mad- he just feels he should be angry. Angry that he doesn’t get to take someone home. Angry he has to pay for a cab for a drunkard. Angry that he’ll go home tonight and probably toss and turn long into the night.

But he’s not.

And that’s weird.

“I should’ve gotten you to drink more water, but I’ve never seen any drunk person struggle with such a simple task,” this laugh is more lighthearted. He reaches up to his own head, feeling the pain being to bloom every time he looks around. “Guess we’re both waking up to shitty hangovers.”

He sighs and remembers the phone in his hand. “Now, I just need your address and I’ll call you a cab, and the you’ll never have to see me-“

Finn stops and is rendered speechless as he watches Nik, hands fumbling with his hair, pull a small hair tie out. Pink, silver hair tumbles and continues to tumble down forever, it seems. It bounces and scrunches up into small waves. Finn feels like he can’t breathe.

“-again.”

Nik glances over, hand still scratching at his scalp. His hair frames his face perfectly, a beautiful frame to the wonderful painting that is his face-

Finn looks towards the ground, overly conscious about the blush that’s spreading across his cheeks. No, he’s not taking home a drunk man, that was never the plan. Also, gross.

He turns again, quickly, to ask for Nik’s address yet again, but this time Nik collapses, falling backwards.

“Nik!” Finn gasps, hands grabbing out and grasping Nik’s coat, yanking forward. Instead of returning upright, Nik only falls forward against Finn’s chest, slumping against him, arms slack at his sides.

“Shit,” Finn curses to himself and tries to shake Nik, but the man’s out cold. “Fucking, seriously?”

Finn brings his phone up and types around a bit before moving slowly backwards and leaning against the wall. He waits there patiently for the cab to arrive, ignoring the odd looks he gets from other people exiting the club.

“Of course this is my luck,” he whispers to himself, shivering as the cold finally sinks through the layer of alcohol. “I meet a gorgeous man and am left as a babysitter instead of an escort.”

The ride back to his house is too long.