Benedict Bridgerton Regency Imagines || Benedict Bridgerton

I'm Not Drunk (Short Drabble)

"I'm not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" You look, but there is no movement. Just a very drunk Benedict sprawled across a chair in a way you didn't think humanly possible until right this very moment.

"You're not doing anything." You reply pointedly, turning to the next page in your book. Daphne's brother can be so silly sometimes; a very handsome, charming, type-of-man-you-would-like-to-marry silly, but silly all the same.

"Yes, I am," he slurs indignantly. He screws his face up in a way that's so endearing you decide to take the bait.

"What exactly do you think you're doing right now?"

"Shape thingy," he frowns.

"What?"

"You know. With the two hands."

Nope, still no closer to guessing this one.

You glance over to the rest of his siblings, who all seem to have drifted to the other end of the drawing-room, leaving you rather alone. Strange.

His tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth as he tries hard to make his hands do something, not helped by the fact he's mostly upside down. And really drunk.

"But... " he begins but doesn't get to finish. In a sudden calamity of movement, he hauls himself up, overcompensates and lands on the floor, behind the chair.

"Hmm, s'weird, how did I end up here?" He mutters to himself.

You try hard to stifle your giggles.

"I sent you my love." He singsongs from out of sight. Two hands appear above the chair, forming a perfect heart shape.

Oh. Your own skips a beat.

A second later, his cherubic face appears, a look of genuine fear smeared across his features. "Did you... did you not get it?"

"I've got it now," you reply, feeling a little out of breath, dealing with a kaleidoscope of emotions.

"Good," he nods. Then promptly falls over again.

Well. You guess he is your silly now.