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𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭 : 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤

MICHEALA :

- for her, it was flashbacks to evie all over again.
- "cmon, let's get you upstairs"
- she basically held you up the entire way, making sure you got into bed safely and wouldn't leave your side until she knew you were asleep and okay

BEN :

- "how much did she have?" ben whispers angerily, about to go off on one of your friends.
- "cmon, sweetheart, let's go." he says, trying to drag you along. instead, you wrap your arms around his neck and cling onto him
- he had no choice but to scoop up your legs and carry you up the stairs to your shared bed, your face in the crook of his neck and your arms wrapped around him

JARED :

- "good lord, what was the bartender thinking?"
- he holds your hand, trying to let you take your own steps, but as he realizes how much you're stumbling, he scoops you up bridal style
- "you're gonna have one hell of a hangover, babe."

ZEKE :

- "god damn it, why would you let her drink so much?" he lectured your friend who dropped you off at the door. he didn't mean to snap, but it was hard watching you get wasted as he was trying his best to stay sober
- you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, but he pulled away. he loved kissing you, but he couldn't risk tasting the alcohol and risking his sobriety.
- "i'm sorry love, i'll make it up to you in the morning."
- he led you to your bed safely, as he laid and held you close, making sure you weren't going anywhere in this drunken state of mind

CAL :

- "woah, someone had a little too much fun tonight." he says as he holds you up for support, as you were barely able to stand on your own.
- "mm, we could have some fun." you tease him simply, something you normally wouldn't have the confidence to say sober.
- "alright, come on." he says, leaning down and gesturing for you to get on his back. you happily oblige as he carried you up the stairs, right into bed with him.

EAGEN :

- "i'm not that drunk! i- i swear." you say as you slur your words, almost toppling over.
- "alright, peach. your slurring says otherwise." he says, leaning back and crossing his arms in utter amusement.
- "you should come to bed with me." you say, playing with the hem of his shirt.
- he agrees, but when you get to bed, he lays you down and whispers a soft goodnight, definitely not what you had been expecting.

TJ :

- "jesus, what were you drinking?"
- "tequila" you giggled, slightly tripping over the step into your front door.
- he catches you right before you could hit your hardwood floor.
- "movie night?" he offers. he knew you'd be out in a matter of seconds once you sat down on the couch to watch something
- he was right, like always.

OLIVE :

- she already had tylenol and water waiting for you by the time you get home
- "take it now, you'll thank me tommorow morning."
- when you still had a decent hangover stuck to you, she held your hair back for you as you threw up all of last night's fun

SAANVI :

- she'd been there, lost in the stress of all the callings
- "darling, i really think we should get you to bed." she says, giving you a light tug on the arm.
- you were never able to say no to saanvi, she always had the answer
- she was right, you passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow, with one of the best hangover cures waiting by your bedside for when you woke up in the morning