He wasn't sure if she should laugh at her situation and get a kick out of her reactions, or pity himself for actually wasting his time doing this. This was a job for a close friend, or a boyfriend. None of which he was. But here he was, rolling his eyes at this blond girl that ended somehow one day as his lab partner for a class. And most of the time he was almost sure that she hated him, and maybe even was scared of him. He was vaguely still wondering why was she this night out alone and drinking. Because it was obvious from a mile that it wasn't her usual scene, like it was for him.
'Yeah, gentleman...' he smirked at her a bit hearing that word associated with him probably for the first time. At least as much as he remembered. There were enough nights from his life that were a blurry mess and he couldn't remember half of what happened in them. He kept his eyes on her while she tried to remember what she had to drink. From the sound of it, and the way she mixed them, it would be very lucky for her not to puke it all out by the end of the night or in the morning.
He moved to help her as soon as she started laughing of her failed attempt and as she reached out with both her hands, he went first for the door, to open it as wide as possible to make room for himself. "Why did I get myself into this..." he said to himself, leaning then to grab her by one hand, to help her get up a bit, then as he pulled her upwards and out, he let go in the same time as he placed one hand on her waist, and the other one joined in the same second to lift her up a bit and move her slightly to the side, putting her on her own feet in front of him, so she could lean for the moment on the car, next to the front door. He stood there, not backing away from her, as his eyes kept themselves on her, while one hand went to push the door to close it.
He stood there watching her for some seconds, the hand that closed the door moving to prop itself near the top of the car, while the other one was still resting on her waist. His face was serious and his mind was only focused on her in that moment. His gaze went over her face and lips, then came back to her blue eyes, while the hand on the car moved to lightly touch her blond hair. He was trying his best at doing the right thing, getting a drunken girl home safe. But habits were hard to break and in the next moment he put his mouth on hers, moving in the same time with his body closer, trapping her between himself and the car. The hand that was touching strands of her head moved to the car again, next to her head, as his lips moved cautiously on hers, deliberately slow, to check her response to him.