𝗧𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗙𝗧 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦

drunk

SUMMARY:
you're drunk and your girlfriend, taylor wants to take you home, which you try to resist.

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The night is a blur of laughter and flashing lights. I'm leaning heavily against the bar, feeling the world tilt and spin with every movement. Taylor's by my side, her presence a calm anchor in the storm of my inebriation. She's been gently trying to persuade me to leave for what feels like hours.

"Come on, let's get you home," she says, her voice steady and soothing.

I shake my head, trying to focus on her through the fog. "I'm good! I don't need to go yet. You go home then!"

Taylor's eyes narrow slightly with concern, but she remains patient, ignoring what I said. "You've had a lot to drink, and it's late. I don't want you to be out of it like this."

I pull my arm away from her grip, swaying a bit as I do. "I'm fine! Really. I just... need a little more time."

Her face is a mask of unwavering determination. "No, you're not fine. And I'm not leaving you here like this."

I stumble, nearly knocking over a nearby chair. Taylor quickly steadies me, her hands firm but gentle. "Okay, that's it. We're going."

Before I can protest, she wraps an arm around my waist and starts guiding me towards the exit. I dig in my heels, trying to resist, but my coordination is failing me. I end up leaning heavily on her, my balance shot.

"L-Let me go! Let me go!" I mumble, though I'm clearly not managing well on my own.

She just shakes her head, a small smile of amusement and exasperation on her face. "You're not making it very far like this. Let me help."

Outside, the crisp night air is a sharp contrast to the warmth of the bar. Taylor hails a taxi, her calm demeanor never wavering. She helps me into the back seat, sliding in beside me. I try to settle, but the car's movement only makes my head spin more. Taylor's hand rests lightly on my knee, a reassuring presence amid the disorientation.

As the taxi rolls through the city, I grumble and complain, but Taylor remains steadfast, her eyes soft and understanding. "I know you're not thrilled about this, but I promise it's for the best. You're gonna thank me in the morning, darling."

I mutter something incoherent in response, my resistance slowly melting away as the night's fog lifts just a bit. Her gentle presence is starting to feel comforting, and I realize, in the midst of my stubbornness, that she's right. I'm not in any shape to be making decisions. I lay my head on her shoulder as I feel her soft hand glide up to my head as I feel her touch I start to feel my eyes drop.

When we finally reach our place, Taylor helps me out of the taxi and into the building. She's patient and supportive, guiding me every step of the way. Once we're inside, she helps me to the couch and makes sure I'm settled. She sits beside me, a steady hand brushing through my hair, as I finally begin to feel the safety of home.

I walk up towards our bed and hop under the covers. Turning towards my girlfriend I say, "thanks tay for looking out for me," I mumble, my voice slurred but sincere.

Taylor smiles, a mix of relief and affection in her eyes. "That's what I'm here for. Now get some rest." She sits beside me on the bed combing her hand through my hair.

I close my eyes, the night's confusion giving way to a more restful state, knowing that even in my stubbornness, I'm in good hands.