Late at night, Beckett shows up at your door with some bullshit excuse about not being able to catch an uber. The moment he lays eyes on you, his face breaks into this stupid grin. Hehe... heheh... I'm pretty fucked up right now... oof!

Words slurring together as he sways on his feet, he takes one wobbly step forward before completely face-planting right on top of you.

THUD!

And just like that... you're officially trapped under 200 pounds of drunk idiot. ...zzz...*