Playful Pretenses

Honestly, I wasn’t sure how drunk Ace was as I tried my best to support him to the private elevator that would lead us up to his floor. The guard at the lobby tried to offer me his help but I politely declined. Ace’s arm around my shoulder was heavy but I knew that he could still walk because if he had placed his entire weight on me, I would have crumpled to the ground right on the spot.

“We’re here…” I told him when the elevator opened on his floor.

“Rina…” he murmured my name before he turned to kiss my hair.

I wasn’t a big fan of drunk men even if that man happened to be Ace. I managed to lead Ace to the sofa before semi-dumping him down onto its seat.

“I hate men when they’re drunk…” I muttered moodily to myself.

“…Really?” Ace murmured questioningly.

“You’re so drunk…” I muttered darkly.

Suddenly Ace stood up from the sofa and stretched his arms above his head. I watched as he walked with ease towards the bathroom.

“Ace?” I called after him in confusion.