You're My Safe Place

"Just stay"

Stumbling into the apartment a dazed Brooklynn allowed her eyes to scan Timothée's home while he was preoccupied searching for something in the kitchen.

The apartment was already two times the size of hers and she knew she couldn't see all of it just yet.

"Do you want something to drink?" He asked from behind her.

Her eyes flicked over to him and then the clock on the oven, 12:30 am.

"Sure, what do you have?" She responded propping herself up on the barstool in front of the counter.

"Ummm, Malibu, Baileys, Pink Whitney, Gin, Fireball, oh and I think there are a few Trulys in the fridge" He said with his back towards her searching through his liquor cabinet.

"I'll take a fireball shot if you do" She coaxed.

"Comin' right up" He responded with a sly smirk.

She leaned on her elbows as she watched him quickly movie around the kitchen grabbing two shot glasses and Trulys from the fridge to use as chasers.

He filled them up and handed her one.

"Ready?" He asked holding up his glass.

She nodded and linked her arm around his positioning the shot by her lips, Brooklynn followed suit.

"3, 2, 1" Timothée counted down followed by the two pouring the spicy liquid down their throats.

Brooklynn laughed at Timothée's sour reaction.

"What? Don't tell me you like this stuff!" He said sticking out his tongue as he looked at the bottle he rarely drank from.

She shrugged, "Fireball shooters got me through high school"

He smiled and forced an eye roll knowing damn well that she could never genuinely annoy him.

***

2:00 am

Copious amounts of alcohol swirled through the bodies of Timothée and Brooklynn as the two sat on the floor in an apartment filled with comfortable seating options.

"Okay no no no, what I don't understand is how you managed to embarrass yourself in front of fucking Morgan Freeman!" Timothée nearly yelled through a laugh.

They were in the middle of a game of Two Truths and a Lie.

"He's literally everywhere! You don't understand" she slurred, "But trust me once you see him the first time, you will never stop seeing him.

Timothée chuckled at the girl, "But what did you do to embarrass yourself?"

Her eyes grew having forgot the point of the discussion. "Oh! Long story short I was not in the right headspace and I may or may not have asked if he was Barack Obama"

"What?" Timothée yelled tears forming in his eyes. Brooklynn doubled over in laughter, her head leaning against his shoulder as the giggles left her system.

"I'm sorry! I was really high!" She yelled just as loud.

Timothée shook his head and for the first time since they got there, checked his phone.

"Oh shit, it's already after 2am" He said at a lower volume.

"Shit already?" She asked looking at his device for confirmation. She noticed the back up of notifications on the phone, it surprised her that he clearly hadn't checked it all night. Most guys couldn't stay off their phone long enough to ask her how she was doing.

"I should probably get going" She said with an almost inaudible sigh. Grunting softly she stumbled to her feet.

"No just stay" He said softly looking up at her, a bit too drunk to hide the desperation in his voice. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion for just a second which was enough to sober him up a bit. "I mean not like that" He said quickly scratching his neck, "It's just late and you'd have to take the train otherwise it would be a 30 minute walk and it's the weekend which means there are a bunch of weirdos on the street so I'd probably need to walk you but I'm drunk so I probably wouldn't be that much of a help if-"