C+J•G~Drabbles!

☆Alcoholic Carrington☆

[ the couple have an argument about Carrington's drinking habits ]

TW: arguing, yelling, fighting, slight violence/injury, cursing, negative drunk behavior

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Johnnie notices Carrington coming home extremely drunk. He turned his head and sighed, "Hi babe.."

Carrington's eyes were glassy, a drunken smile on his face as he heard Johnnie. He stumbled over to him, arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer.
"Heyy, baby..." he mumbled, nuzzling his head into the crook of Johnnie's neck.

Johnnie gave an uncomfortable smile as he lightly pushed Carrington back. "Can we talk?"

Carrington pouted as he was pushed away, clearly not liking the lack of contact. He huffed, a hint of frustration in his voice.
"What is it?" he asked, his words slurring slightly.

"Um.. Let's sit down on the couch, okay?" Johnnie smiled sweetly as he guided Carrington to the couch and sits down with him.

Carrington grumbled, but allowed himself to be guided to the couch. He plopped down beside Johnnie, slumping against the cushions.

"This better be important," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest like a child who had been scolded.

"It is" Johnnie looked a bit nervous. He rubs his arm and looked down for a moment before he takes a deep breath. "Babe, I've noticed after your modeling sessions you don't come back home until way late, or you have been drinking extremely unhealthily at parties. It's getting out of hand and i am worried about you.."

Carrington's expression softened slightly at Johnnie's words, but he still seemed defensive.

"I'm fine baby," he replied stubbornly. "I just like to have a little fun after work. And parties are fun."He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, avoiding eye contact with Johnnie.

"Don't-" Johnnie got interrupted however by Carrington suddenly getting a drunk fit of rage.

Carrington's face twisted into a scowl, his anger suddenly flaring up. He stood up from the couch, towering over Johnnie.

"You don't get to tell me what to do!" he snapped, his voice raised. "I'm an adult, I can do whatever I want."

Johnnie lightly scoffed, "I know that babe, I'm just saying that its getting a bit out of hand!"

Carrington's face turned even more red with anger."It's not getting out of hand!" he insisted, his words coming out as a slur. "You're just being paranoid! I can handle myself just fine!"He stumbled back a step, almost tripping over his own feet.

"Baby!" Johnnie exclaimed as he grabbed Carrington's arm so he doesn't fall. "I'm not being paranoid, you've been drinking nonstop ! Even at modeling you're drunk!"

Carrington stumbled forward as Johnnie grabbed his arm, his body colliding with Johnnie's. He leaned against him, his eyes unfocused and glassy.

"It's not that bad," he mumbled, his voice quieter now. "I just... need to relax after a long day."

"Stop giving me that bullshit!" Johnnie lashed out. Jamming a finger onto Carrington's chest. "It's getting out of hand and you know it!"

Carrington flinched at Johnnie's outburst, his expression a mix of surprise and anger. He grabbed Johnnie's wrist, his grip firm.
"Hey, watch your tone," he growled, his eyes narrowing. "You don't have to yell at me."

Johnnie winced when his wrist was grabbed. "Baby,.." He whispered, "You're hurting me.."

Carrington's grip on Johnnie's wrist loosened slightly as he spoke, his expression softening a bit."Sorry," he muttered, looking away. "I didn't mean to hurt you."He let go of Johnnie's wrist, rubbing his own face tiredly.