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Irish luck

(this fanfiction will be Sean Maguire with a male reader. Simple Sean gets drunk and says some things. Assuming Sean is like 5'10-5'11, the reader would be at least 1-2 inches shorter than him)

Tonight seems like one of those nights where the gang just takes some time off and have fun, with music, singing, laughing and story telling. Hosea, Arthur, John, uncle, Karen and you were all around the main campfire, laughing away at a story Hosea was telling about Dutch and Josiah. Something about Dutch walking in on Josiah using the bathroom.

"Welp, I should head to bed. Can't stay awake all night with this old body. Good night gentlemen and lady"
with that, a few goodnights and take care were exchanged. Glad that Hosea isn't pushing himself too far, boy does he do so much for the gang. Taking a sip of beer, you notice a certain redhead isn't around. Normally he's around the main campfire with a beer in his hand talking about how he took on a bear without a scratch or some other possible made up story.

"I'll probably be back "
You said as you got up, looking around for the Irish ginger bastard. Took awhile before you found Sean basically holding onto a tree for dear life because of how drunk he is. Assuming Sean heard your footsteps since you looked up and smiled.

"Ahhh, there's my favorite cowboy!"
Sean slurred with happiness as he basically threw himself onto you. You gasped and tried holding him the best you could, basically turning yourself into a walking stick so the Irish man don't fall

"Sean! How much did you drink, the party started not even an hour ago! How drunk are you?!"
Stupid question to ask considering the alcohol smell is basically reeking off of the man. Looking up, you see him still smiling down at you. Like someone super glued a smile onto his face. That was until he pushed himself off of you to puke next to the tree. You cringed at this but held his hair back a lil as you rubbed his back.

"You really need to ease up in the alcohol buddy"
You lowered your voice Abit to make sure his head doesn't pound or anything

"Annnnd you need to mind your business"
Sean sassed, although you couldn't be mad at him since he was funny looking with an upset face and slurred words. Somewhat cute for an Irish man some may think

"Alright ginger, let's get you to bed"

Sean made a whine of protest,  clinging onto you as if it'll stop you from bringing him to his tent. Which it did. It was like a giant bear hug, squeezing you. Unable to move unless you wanna knock both you and the drunken man down. Huffing, telling him a few more minutes and then you'll have to bring him to bed.

"You know. Mr. (Y/l/n). You're reaall pretty for a man. You sure you're not a lady! Because daaaamnnn"
Sean seemed to flirt, which made your face darken abit, but also left you confused.

"Okay bud, time for bed. You'll just sleep in my tent. On the floor though Mr. Maguire"

All he heard was 'your tent' , we all know what happens when he's drunk and in a tent. The Irish man giggled and dragged along behind you, basically collapsing on your bed as soon as both y'all entered the tent

"No sean, on the ground"
Silence.
"Sean, on the ground"
Nothing
"Mr. Maguire i know you're awake get on the floor"

Sean just laughed, tucking Himself In your bed as you stood there, arm crossed, like a parent getting ready to scold their child.

"Give me a kiss on the cheek and I'll give you some room to sleep in"

"Sean, what?"

"Ya heard me, American "

"Sean come on. It's my bed just move"

You two stared down for what seemed like forever until you groaned in defeat. Both chance have bad sided. Either sleep on the floor, wake up with an painful back and possible bites from random ass small bug, or give him a kiss, waking up to him close to you and someone possibly catching you two in the same bed. To be honest you'd rather have the second one as the first chance usually last for more than one day.

"Fine whatever just move the fuck over"
You said as you walked up to Sean, leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheek. That's when he moved his head to get a kiss on your lips. Gasping, you moved back

"You!-"

Sean interrupts you with a loud laugh, wiping his eyes.

"Fell for the oldest trick in the book lad! Now come on, get comfortable with old Maguire. Maybe one day in this same bed, you'll meet Maguire Jr! "
He said with another drunkin laugh, scooting over. Simply laying over on your side, facing away from him. Pissed off.

"You're drunk"

"You're pretty!"