We let the music move us and as more time went on, more drinks were had until I was quite tipsy. We laughed, embraced each other and drank an extortionate amount. I was glad to not have to worry about getting home as we'd all been put up in a hotel, however remembering my room number may prove a challenge.
"Esther, you coming for a cig?" Matty called to me,
"Oh, go on then."
It was as I began to make my way outside with Matty that I realised how drunk I was, I stumbled slightly but caught myself before I ended up flat on the floor. Matty turned back around when I began my descent,
"What the bloody hell are you doing down there?" He laughed at my drunken state, "glad we're on the same level though."
"I'm not that drunk! But I could really have a doner kebab right now." The staple of every British piss up.
"Why would you say that? God, a doner kebab with all of that garlic sauce they put on it. I think I just jizzed." We both laughed as we stepped outside into the crisp air under the tranquil stars.
"I've actually had a good time tonight." I smiled to myself before placing a filter between my lips that at the start of the night were well-covered with a dark Chanel shade. It had now faded to a faint mulled-wine colour. I swiftly took my pouch of tobacco from my purse, sprinkling a fair amount into my paper and rolling it up. I lit my cigarette, an underrated relief when you're drunk. I watched Matty light his cigarette, the flame making his eyes glint like the sky above us. We giggled as if we were kids once more as we smoked, sharing friendly jests. I hit his arm playfully at one point after he made a comment about him being annoyingly pretentious.
"You've gotta come try this honeyed rum George has in his room. It's the nectar of the gods, life's essence. Oh it is just divine." He jokingly threw his head back, I giggled once more,
"You've charmed me, I do like a rum."
"Onwards, mademoiselle." He linked his arm through mine and marched towards the hotel. I noticed the irritating buzz in my ears from the loud music as well as the gentle clacking noise from my heels. Matty jabbered along the short walk there, although I missed half of our conversation as I concentrated on teetering up the stairs to George's room. Matty aggressively banged on his door until George begrudgingly swung it open,
"Let me in! We've come for your rum." He pushed past George and I mouthed an embarrassed apology to him.
"Thank god it's only rum you're after, was expecting a threeway invite at the sight of you two" He said, bemused.
"I'm going to try not look too far into what you've just said there." I raised a jokingly quizzical eyebrow. The rum was as nice as Matty had described it, smooth, sweet and too easy to drink. After a few more shots were down us and we passed the time being merry with George, it grew quite late.
"You two, it has been lovely, but I am kicking you both out so I can finally enjoy this king sized memory foam and hit the hay." George stretched, yawning.
"You've turned into an old man nowadays," Matty shook his head in jest, "In a bit mate, I'll love you and leave you."
"Thanks for tolerating us, and for the rum. It's definitely best we leave now or I'll end up polishing the lot."
"Esther, darling, you're always welcome. Goodnight." He patted my shoulder and saw us out. I decided I had probably reached my limit for the night when I wasn't sure whether I was walking in a straight line as we left.
"I don't know about you, but I seriously didn't think I could get much more pissed when we got there until now." Matty laughed,
"You know, I was just having the same thought process in my head." I returned, chuckling gently.
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PSYCHOMACHIA // matty healy
Fanfiction"The studio was shared and it was a pain bumping into other bleary-eyed musicians other than your band mates at three o-clock in the morning, especially when the person you bump into is a pretentious, egotistical wanker who you were up against for b...
