it's cute when you're drunk

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"Tess, can you give me something to drink?" I look at Pablo, laughing. 

"Haven't you had enough yet?" "One more, please?" He begs. I can't help but laugh and share because come on, he made Barca win and they won the Super Cup. 

"What do you want, ma vie?" "Just 1 shot of vodka." I walk to the bar to order. I look around with a smile. I never knew the team could be so drunk. All the girlfriends and wifes are sitting at the table chatting, some with a glass of wine or a cocktail. 

But the men go all out. Let's just say, Pablo has also had quite a bit. But it doesn't really matter to me. He deserves to enjoy himself and I can take care of him tomorrow while he is hangover.

 "Here are your shots." "Thanks" I say as I pick up the shots. I walk towards Pablo and I give him the shots. He immediately takes one. I laugh at the face he makes. "Is it tasty?" "It's super tasty," he says with a grim smile. He and the boys start singing terribly. I laugh and walk back to the girls.


I sit back down and join the conversation again. "Are the men always like this when they have won a match?" Mikky laughs. ''Only if they have won an important match. But I've never seen Pablo so drunk," she says, looking at Pablo. I smile. Pablo is super, but super drunk. 

"He probably thinks, I have a girlfriend, so I can let loose." I smile at Mikky. ''I like taking care of him and he deserves it too. But, I hope he doesn't throw up all the time tomorrow.'' 

''I hope so for you too. But I'm afraid that's what's going to happen.




Pablo walks towards me. He's pretty drunk. "Hello ma vie, are you okay?" He nods, but I can see that he is almost falling over. 

"Pedri, can you help?" Fortunately, Pedri hears me and quickly walks towards us. He puts Pablo's arm around his neck and they stumble to the car together. I open the door and Pablo immediately sits down. ''Thanks hermano.'' "That's good hermana, and good luck with him."

 "Thanks" I say laughing. I open the driver's door and get in as well. I see Pablo looking at me. "Can you see it, Pablo?" He smiles. 


May I kiss you Tess? 


I smile and nod. He kisses me softly and let's say, with a lot of passion. I kiss him back and put my hand behind is neck and I play with is brown, well-groomed hair. ''You're cute when you're drunk," I say between the kisses.





I tap his bicep gently. ''Are you waking up ma vie? We're home.'' He carefully opens his eyes and looks at me. ''Can you get out yourself, or do I have to help you Pablo?'' 


"I don't need any help." "Okay, fine" I say, knowing that he can barely walk on his own. 


He gets out and walks to the front door. It's difficult, but he succeeds. I quickly open the front door. I quickly go inside for him so I can help him walk upstairs. 


When we get to the bedroom, I grab his pajamas. Not really pajamas, just gray sweatpants. Pablo sits on the bed. I take off his t-shirt and then his pants. 

He smiles at me. ''No Pablo, not now. You're way too drunk.'' I say as I smile at him and gently press a kiss on his lips. I put his sweatpants on him and help him into bed. I'll grab a bucket for him, just in case. 

Then I change clothes too. It's already 3 am, but I still do my skincare, but very quickly. I take off my make-up, brush my teeth, wash my face and put on some sort of night cream. Then I also get into bed. 


Pablo is still awake, he looks at me intensely. "I love you Tess." He gently presses a kiss on my forehead. "Love you too Pablo, you know that."


"You look hot Tess." "But it's night, you can't see me at all." "I forgot for a moment that it's dark. But I know you look hot. Now especially with that smile on your face.'' ''You're really scary, you know me so well!'' ''Why do you think I'm your boyfriend?'' He says sarcastically.


''Because I chose you. And to be honest, it was my best decision ever.''


I gently press a kiss on his lips. Half asleep, he smiles. He sleeps on his side, facing me. I lie down close to him. I place my hand on his neck and gently stroke his hair.

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