Mark

You and Mark are classmates at university, but you're also best friends. Literally like inseparable, hanging out with each other. Even some people are wondering if you're dating.

And then one day, you decide to amuse your boredom at the club. Drunk off your ass and realizing that if you go home alone, you're going to end up in all the wrong places in your condition, you decide you need help. Who better than Mark to save your ass?

Sitting on the sidewalk outside the club, you wait for that prince on a horse. There was a cool breeze outside, which probably provided some relief and brought a little sobriety. Pulling your knees to you and burying your face in them, you were shivering a little from the cold. Suddenly you felt the warm fabric of the jacket on your shoulders, and the familiar smell of spicy perfume. You lifted your head up sharply, looking up at the silhouette above you.

"What are you freezing out here for? Run to the cab."

Said the dark haired guy, picking you up off the sidewalk. He was obviously unhappy to be disturbed in the middle of the night, but your reckless state made him grumble and curse under his breath.

"You're such a pain in the ass."