under you || taylor hawkins - foo fighters

chapter 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 - see you

After drying out as much as possible, and regaining whatever they could of their breath, Taylor and Emmalyn left the studio and retreated to the kitchen, giving the other a ten minute head start.

Emmalyn left first, after Taylor's insistence, strutting down the hall and trying to shake off any empty guilt she held.

"Lin- Linny.." Dave stuttered just after crashing into Emmalyn after being pushed against the wall by a beautiful blonde woman who was persistently eating his face off.

"Me and Jordyn are gonna go... upstairs?" He said with uncertainty, pushing away from his girlfriend for a moment. Emmalyn took the chance to take an eyeful of Dave's hot fling as the intertwined their pinky fingers.

Jordyn shot Emmalyn a guilty smile, feeling awkward about using her brand new bedroom; Emmalyn reciprocated with a, hopefully, reassuring smile.

"Knock yourselves out."

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The evening drew on until the early hours, and Emmalyn tried to wish everyone farewell, but it was particularly difficult given that she was on the edge of being blackout drunk.

Dave reappeared after some time, minus the girl on his side, saying she had to go. He tried to help her sober up but Amanda was egging her on to do the exact opposite.

"Shot, shot, shot!" She hollered as Emmalyn rolled around on the floor, half-laughing, yet also half-crying in agony.

"Hey, Disco," Taylor's head appeared through the door, clearly getting ready to head off. He'd managed to keep the intensity of alcohol entering his system to a minimum, however he was still tipsy.

"Hawkins, you heading out?" Dave removed himself from Emmalyn's side for a moment or so, moving to the door to wish his friend well, but he had other things to attend to.

"Shit, is she okay?" Taylor looked over Dave's shoulder to examine the blonde girl lying down on the cold tile floor, very out of it.

"She's fine, T," Dave said discerningly, rolling his eyes at the wasted woman on the floor. His pocket began to vibrate suddenly and Dave's hand shot into the pocket as he started digging around.

"Shit, it's Jordyn," The man muttered and turned to iterate the news to his best friend, "Linny, I gotta go."

Dave swore under his breath, feeling a heavy guilt for leaving the girl, who was practically his little sister, intoxicated and agonised. "Hey, D," Taylor placed his hand on the man's shoulder, breaking the mental arguments inside his head.

"I can stick around and make sure she gets to sleep, Nate and Shifty are gone. I can lock up if you want?"

"You're the fuckin best man," Dave quickly drew Taylor into a thankful hug, turning back to Emmalyn once more, "I gotta jet, but I'll be back tomorrow. Love you, Linny and don't drink anymore please your mother would kill me."

"Mhmmm," Was all that her swollen lips could muster, as she tossed and turned trying to find a drip of comfort from the buzz inside.

"Taylor, you better not fuck this up."

As Dave left the building, Taylor wiped his brow and sunk down next to Emmalyn in the position that his friend had been in, a few moment prior.