Owen laughed softly, pressing his hand to his mouth to try and keep himself quiet. He hadn’t been drinking that much, but being with Connor always made him go a little overboard. He just always wanted to make sure the boy had a good time, and if that meant that his friends thought Owen was a bad influence, then so be it. He’d been called a lot worse before, so it shouldn’t bother him. It did though, that Connor’s other friends thought Owen was bad on him. He didn’t try to be, he loved Connor, hand on heart, he’d do anything for him. He just wanted to make sure he always had fun, and drinking always brought out a very fun side in Connor.
Taking hold of Connor’s hand, he pulled him towards his door, pulling his keys out of his pocket. “Why did I lock the.. Fuck.. Nobody would steal shit.” He groaned slightly, eventually getting the key into the hole after a few times of trying to chase it down. He squealed in success and turned the key slowly, pushing on the door so that when it opened, Owen fell into the room. He started to laugh, turning back around to look at Connor. “Come.” He opened his arms for the boy and waited for him to step into them.