Wisteria (Eddie x Chrissy) ST

Mess

Eddie winces from a bright beam blasting him in the face. Do the dogs have a floodlight this time? Good luck finding anything. His bleary eyes blink a few times to adjust. It's just the light pouring in through the curtains.

Wait.

His room doesn't have curtains. Shit. He groans and lifts his two-ton head to glance down before letting it drop back against the couch. Double shit. That's right. They fell asleep like this.

'I gotta piss like a racehorse.'

That's gonna have to wait. Chrissy is zonked out and still curled up on him. Yeah, making her get up so he can take a leak would make him feel like an asshole.

He yawns, running a hand over his face and into his hair. What a mess. It's totally out of control. Reaching over to the end table, he maneuvers around to pull out a cigarette from his pack before grabbing the lighter and makeshift ashtray. His past self deserves a pat on the back for thinking ahead. A precaution in case they didn't move and got stuck here for a while.

The smoke is quickly waved away. No non-smoker wants a nose full of burning tobacco first thing in the morning. He keeps his hand with the cigarette hanging over the armrest so it's not as bad and looks down at her again. His right arm is still wrapped around her. Wow. That beer got him to say screw it last night. Maybe that hasn't changed.

Chewing on the inside of his lip, he slowly inches closer, carefully watching for any sign of movement. Nothing so far. The tip of his finger lightly grazes her cheek. More nothing. Now he's feelin' brazen. His thumb takes over to caress the corner of her mouth. It's soft. He could already tell that much.

"Mmm..." She snuggles into his shirt. The grip on it tightens and she gives a small tug.

"Phew." Eddie breathes out a sigh of relief. Okay, that wasn't a great idea. He's pushing it.

'Did she mean it?'

Does Chrissy want to break up with Golden Boy? Or was that drunk talk? Kinda hard to believe until he sees it. She could wake up and not remember a word of that. There's no point in getting his hopes up right now but it means the thought is there. People don't normally blurt out something like that for no reason. If they do split, that doesn't mean she'd give him a chance. Honestly, he didn't do himself any favors last night either. Nope. Just had to go overboard with the beer. What was meant to loosen them up to have a good time ended up making his mouth have a bigger set than its owner.

"You're being a bad girl tonight."

That alone is cause to self-immolate. Go out back, dig a big hole, set himself on fire, and tell Chrissy to toss some dirt on whatever's left. He was the one being bad. Riled himself up then couldn't look at her until he sorted it out. What a louse. That didn't ruin the night. She liked the gifts. They went to a few places and chilled.

'And snuggled.'

Chrissy murmurs something as she stirs awake. Her hand rubs the sleep away, smudging what's left of the makeup. She pushes off his chest to sit up while fighting the grogginess causing her to sway.

"Mornin', princess." When those blue eyes land on him, they widen real fast. She whips her head back and stares straight ahead. Is it that startling to wake up to his funky mug? All that drinking might've done a number on her. Could be lost in the sauce and forgot what went down. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She lets out a yawn and raises her arms to stretch from side to side. "Ow." There it is. That hiss confirms it. Then she winces and gingerly touches her forehead.

"Gotta hangover, huh?" Eddie pushes the leg rest down to snatch a beer off the coffee table. Cracking it open, he takes a big swig and falls back against the couch. It's warm but oh well. He's not a snob.