☂"i still think you're dumb for taking care of me."
✰"you're funnier when you're drunk."
↝ where you take care of a drunk and hungover five. ↜
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The kettle rumbled under faucet as it filled. It was about 2 A.M. and my friend Five Hargreeves was upstairs, almost gone. First it was a glass of whiskey, then shots of tequila, and then it was a drunken amalgamation of twenty different liquors. I've only sipped all night with him, but tonight has been the worst I've seen him, so I decided to stay the night with him.
I pushed down the facet and placed it on the eye of the stove. Putting it on high heat, I dug through the cabinets for tea, specifically ginger. I knew he was going to feel terrible.
I've been friends with Five for two months, and tonight he invited me over for drinks because apparently he needed to tell me something.
Five started groaning upstairs, very loudly. Tea boxes fell from the top shelf, causing me to groan from frustration. "Coming Five!!" I knelt down to pick up the boxes meticulously and place them on the counter. All of these tea boxes and bags and none were good for hangovers. Five started calling my name as I ran up the stairs. I enter the room and leaned against the doorway. Five was laying on his shoulder, blazer sprawled on the floor next to him. "You regret it yet?"
"When have I never regretted it Y/N... All these years and I still can't handle a couple drinks..."
"It wasn't a couple it was actually too many." I approach him and sit down criss-cross to rub his back.
"You can go home you know, it's like late..." His words slurred.
"No, I wanna stay here, you look rough and I don't need you to choke on your own vomit tonight."
"I think I'm hungry, or maybe I'm... Gonna be sick..." I bounced up to my feet to avoid a lap full of puke. "Okay vomit machine, I'll get you a bowl, and maybe a candle. It already smells bad in here."
As I walked down the stairs, I see Klaus pacing and dancing up and down the hallways, holding a mug of something. He had headphones on connected to a walkman, the wire moving with him.
"Hey Klaus, is the tea done?"
"Hot water is done, I'm drinking it to detoxify the bad juju I got from that tab I took yesterday." He motioned up from the sky and gestured energy entering into his chest. I giggle at him as I made my way into the kitchen.
