Jeremy set his glass down, as soon as it hit the desk he felt the light sickness from the alcohol start to get to him as well as the drowsiness. He glanced to his right at Trager who seemed perfectly content but the light flush of pink on his face told Jeremy something else.
“Rick, go take a nap or something your face is..real pink..” Jeremy mumbled, hearing a short cackle come from Trager.
“Yeah, says the guy who’s face looks like a fucking strawberry..” Trager replied.
Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows, bringing his hand up to his face, and it did indeed feel warm “whatever, guess i had too much to drink..”
“You guess? HA!” Trager laughed, Jeremy lightly nudged him, only it felt more like a kick to Trager.
“Whatever, i might head home soon, it’s getting pretty damn late..” Jeremy looked down to check his watch, but even when he squinted, it was completely blurry, almost like he was trying to look through water.
“Having trouble, buddy?” Trager asked sheepishly, getting closer to Jeremy, he could smell the alcohol on Trager’s breath.
Jeremy frowned “Yeah..can barely see shit..”
“Heh, guess our little two martini dinner really hit ya, how many of these things did you exactly drink..?” Trager asked.
“Our..? also god knows how many..” Jeremy replied simply
“Oh, so your face isn’t all flushed cuz of me then hm..” Trager muttered
Jeremy yawned “What was that..?”
“Oh, it’s nothing, just rambling..” Trager muttered.
Jeremy rubbed his eyes with a sigh “it’s fun and all, until all those drinks come to punch you in the dick..” He mumbled “it sucks..”
“Yeah, well you dragged me down with you cuz you're not the only one who feels like shit..” Trager replied.
Jeremy gave a weak chuckle “yeah yeah suck it up..”
“You were the one complaining like a little bitch!” Trager laughed “ohhh, Rick, i don’t feel so gooood..” Trager mocked.
“Mhm..” Jeremy hummed “i’m probably heading home, i think the place is empty right now..it might be eleven at night or fucking midnight who knows....but i feel like shit so driving isn’t an option...shit..”
Trager leaned back against his chair, his arms crossed against the back of his head, he...may have been a bit more intoxicated than Jeremy first thought, though his face wasn’t as red as Jeremy’s was.
“I’ve got an idea for you, Jer..” Trager snickered, straightening his posture.
Jeremy turned his head, the look on his face resembled exhaustion and annoyance “what is it..?” he asked with visible stubbornness in his voice.
Trager shifted a bit closer, moving his chair closer to Jeremy’s. He only struggled a little since his chair was wooden while Jeremy’s had wheels on them. “Tilt your head to the left a little..”
Jeremy, with obvious confusion, tilted his head to the side. Though he felt himself lightly shiver at the sudden feeling of lips lightly pressing against the skin of his neck “the hell are you doing..?” Jeremy mumbled, almost barely audible. As if the moment Trager touched him, he instantly melted into it, or...maybe the alcohol was starting to get to him, could’ve been either.
Trager quietly peppered Jeremy’s neck with kisses “just making you feel better, buddy..” he snickered.
“Rick..” Jeremy muttered breathlessly, he...felt like he was losing his train of thought, he completely forgot what he wanted to tell Trager.
