"Not exactly what I meant when I called you little," a voice surprised you enough to jerk around. The dizziness came back for a second before you look at the cute guy from a couple minutes ago. He looked concerned. "Sorry, are you alright?" he asked, offering a large hand to help you up. You took it, using your other hand to keep your modesty.
"Define alright," you slowly answered, glancing back at your pile of clothes. You felt a slight pressure on your shoulders. The cute guy just took his jacket off and was wrapping you up in it. Your hands were completely covered and it hung almost to your ankles, but it was warm compared to the chill of the night.
"You meeting a friend or anything?" he asked.
"Yeah, we were going to meet at the bar-"
"You are over 21!" He looked crestfallen at that.
"I'm not," you tell him. "I'm only 20... fake id," you explained, catching the hope flare up in his eyes.
"Oh shit, sorry. I'm Nick," he quickly introduced himself.
"Tom," you replied.
There was a short pause before Nick spoke again. "Want to find Jason or...?"
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