Shawn and Nora

wasted

"Hiiieeee, Norrra."

"Shawn, how much have you had to drink?"

"A lot like a lot a lot."

"Shawn, you're underage."

"Everybody's doing it! You should give it a try! Maybe you'll loosen up..."

"..."

"Nora? Nora! Let's dance!"

"Can you even stand?"

"Yeah... Yeah!"

"Shawn, you're still on the floor."

"Wanna join me?"

"No thanks, I'd prefer to stand on my own two feeee-- Shawn! You can't just knock people down like that!"

"I wanted you to join me."

"You act just like a 12 year old when you're drunk."

"Does that mean you like me again. You liked me when we were 12. Why don't you like me now?"

"Oh, now you're crying...

"Can I--can I hug you?"

"I don't want me to puke in my hair... oh, you're gonna do it anyway."

"I miss you, Nora."

"I'm right here."

"No. I miss being your friend and watching stupid movies together and the smell of your hair and-- I don't feel so good..."

"Oh god. Bathroom. Now!"

"..."

"Well, at least you made it to the toilet."

"I hate puking."

"I know. You wouldn't go near me for a week after I had the stomach flu in fourth grade."

"Can you keep stroking my hair like that? It feels nice."

"Okay, but we have to go home soon."

"..."

"How could you have possibly fallen asleep so fast."

"..."

"Shawn!  The bathroom floor can't be comfortable!"

"..."

"I can't move you anywhere else, you know that right?"

"..."

"Ugh, I give up!"

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"..."

"..."

"Oh, how I've missed you..."