Cosmo's Luck // 𝐊𝐚𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐳

4.

Ok, so, let's say me and Aidan sort of dug ourselves into a huge hole! So, because me and Aidan got carried away having drinks with the football squad, we actually ended up getting drunk! We drank quite quickly without realising, and every time a round was called we'd request for the same drink. So, we've both been temporarily banned from serving tonight and Ollie has been put back on shift! Whoopsie daisy, but no regrets!

It's not like me and Aidan are the first to get drunk just because we're excited! There's a whole group of football players here and it's not like they're all going to stay sober, are they? Me and Aidan are probably just as tipsy as them! We've both become friendlier with the team, talking to them as if we've known them our whole lives rather than a few hours. Aidan has been non-stop laughing with a different group, I can imagine his cheeks will be hurting in the morning as well as his head. 

"Cassie! Cassie!" Reece James calls my name from across the sofa.

"What what what?" I reply, my voice sounding a little drowsy as I lean forward.

"You haven't got a Cockney accent, do you?" He chuckles, taking a sip from his drink.

"No no, I didn't grow up in London." I giggle, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Is my accent bad? Where do you think I'm from?"

"Your accent isn't bad?" Kai states beside me, looking down at me and giving me a smile.

"I've humbled it, that's why." I whisper, though I'm pretty sure everyone can hear me anyway.

"I don't know, Birmingham? Manchester? Leicester?" The defender guesses, a random city name tumbling out his mouth every time I shake my head. "It's definitely a city accent, you aren't posh for sure!"

"Bristol-!" I hiccup, holding my hand in front my face. "Bristol! I moved here after finishing college!"

"I don't think I could've gone through college." Timo Werner says, shaking his head whilst having a drink. "Too much work."

"Innit!" Mason laughs, nodding his head in agreement.

The boys get back to their own conversation, talking about their school life and all of the stupid things they did as a kid. I sigh and lean back, my head falling backwards as it suddenly feels like a bowling ball. I close my eyes and have another giggling fit, which sounds like I'm being strangled because I'm not holding my head up properly. Next to me, I can hear masculine laughing, but my eyes won't open for me to look.

"How much have you had?" Kai asks, putting his glass down on the table in front of him.

"I've never drank this much in my life." I coo, gesturing to the 6 empty glasses in front of me. "I think some of them were double shots!"

"Do you want me to take you home?" He offers, taking my drink from me as it starts to slip from my hands. "You look tired."

"NO! Oh my God, Mum would kill me!" I gasp, grabbing his wrist in shock. "Bristol is too far away, she wouldn't let me come back!"

I sit upright and shuffle myself around so I'm facing him, my knees touching his. He's surprised by my sudden movements, and so am I to be fair. A few second ago I couldn't hold my own head up for keep my eyes open, now I'm sat bolt up right like someone tasered me! The balcony is spinning, and all of the stars look like they're whizzing around like rocket ships in space.

"I mean your house in London." He grins, putting his other hand on top of mine.

"Oh!" I laugh, closing my eyes and laughing whilst leaning my head onto his shoulder. "No, no I'm awake, I can get myself home."

"So you're not falling asleep on me right now?" He asks, and I feebly shake my head. "I don't believe you."

"I am awake, I can talk, la la la." I sing, knowing that sober me tomorrow morning will feel too embarrassed to show my face in public ever again. "You smell nice by the way."

Ok, no, I am dozing off. This is actually embarrassing, why can't I sit up properly and actually function? I haven't even had that much to drink, it was just a few double shots! Ugh, why am I such a stupid light weight; this is why I try not to get wasted when I'm out with friends! These drinks have been bought for me though, why would I turn down free drinks from a famous footballer? I'm not insane, am I? No, I'm Cassie. Everything I just said would piss sober me off, maybe it would be easier if I just shut up and went home like I said I could.

"Come on, let's go." Kai says, shrugging his shoulder.

"You don't even know where I live." I smile, lifting my head to give him a lopsided, droopy smile.

"Ollie just told me to take you home, and gave me your address." Kai says, holding up a ripped piece of paper. "Come on, get up Cass."

"Does that mean a famous footballer knows where I live?" I gasp, my eyelids feel like they have bricks tied to them. "Wow, madness."

An impatient sigh comes from my side, and suddenly a strong yet squishy arm yanks me up. I wobble on my feet at the sudden aggressive motion, leaning into whoever recklessly ripped me from my seat. My vision goes wavy, and I feel like I'm a few seconds behind everyone else. I look to my side as Kai wraps his other arm around me, spotting Ollie giving me a stern look. I know I'm in deep trouble, so why on Earth am I laughing at him? My feet drag along behind me as the boys practically carry me through the bar, embarrassing me in front of literally every single member of the Chelsea football squad. I force myself to walk as we get inside, so at least I'm walking in front of my supervisor and other colleague. 

"I'll get her bag, can you hold her?" Ollie asks, making sure Kai has proper hold of me as I can't seem to stand up by myself without toppling around.

"I'm literally standing." I mutter, yet I cling to Kai's arm for dear life. "Stop babying me."

"We're just looking after you." Kai tells me, readjusting his arm under mine. "Just don't throw up, that's gross."

Good thing I don't puke when I'm drunk then innit?

Ollie helped me and Kai back to one of the fancy cars waiting outside; thank God the paparazzi aren't nocturnal, otherwise I'd be making a scene out of not only the three of us, but also Cosmo's reputation. If I'm not fired by the morning then I am the luckiest person on Earth! I'm settled inside the back of a Range Rover that has designer, cream, leather seats and tiny spotlights dotted in the ceiling. Kai jumps in beside me, knocking his head a little and muttering something under his breath, causing me to gasp.

"What did you say?" I ask, feeling the car pull away.

"Scheisse." He repeats himself, getting comfortable in his seat. "You speak German?"

"No, I just didn't hear you." I giggle, leaning my against the window and ignoring how I hit my head every time we go over a slight bump. "Where are we going by the way?"

"Oh mein Gott."

"What?"

"Nothing!"