>> d a x o n <<
Daxon offered a small and sympathetic smile to Tiffany, knowing it was only bound to hurt, something like that happening in her life. There wasn't really anything he could do though, and he didn't want to act like he knew her better than he did. "Hm?" He questioned as she said his name, though she stopped and told him never mind, which left him confused yet curious. Hearing we suggest that they head back, he sighed, walking slowly behind her up to where her shoes were, though he stuck a foot out and kicked one away slightly. "It's all up to what you want to do Tiff, I don't want you to head back to your place if your upset, I wouldn't have a very good rest knowing that your upset." He added, taking a hold of her thin waist and pulling her back in against him, he liked the closeness, he wasn't good at resisting the temptation. "Counting the stars doesn't sound the greatest, but I wouldn't mind just staying out here if you want to." He murmured to her, and he might have given her comforting peck on the forehead or something of the sort, but then out of the corner of his grey was he noticed two bodies down in the sand, narrowing his eyes when he realized one of the two was Zoe. That was not ok. "Oh my god." He growled a bit angrily, looking back down to Tiffany and sighing, "your more than free to come to my place for the night, I can sleep on the couch if it would make you more comfortable." He added with a soft chuckle, poking the tip of her nose before he looked over her eyes, hoping to not see any disappointment. "Zo is um... Well I think she is drunk and that guy... I'm going to go get her and take her to her place or whatever. I don't want her to end up with a kid." He muttered under his breath, moving his arms away from Tiffany though he gave her side a light squeeze, pressing her against his firm body. "I hope you don't ever drink." He murmured to her softly before he gave her a small, parting smile, and headed over to where Zoe was, looking over the rather disgusting drunk she was with and wrinkling his nose. He was going to have to have a talk with her about this habit of hers. "Alright, break it up." He muttered simply, though knowing very well he would probably just be ignored so he 'gently' kicked the man away from Zoe, it's not like he would feel the pain right now anyways. He frowned as he looked down at his drunken friend, reaching down and pulling her up to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her up as they started the walk back to the apartment complex. "I can't believe you." Was all he could even get out, shooting her a glare that could have killed, extremely disappointed in her, and then the fact he had left Tiffany in the state she was in to come and help her. He would have to talk to Tiffany whenever he might get the chance, hopefully she might take his offer.
