The drive back to Charles's place had been a nerve wracking one for Laura. It had taken Carlos three attempts to show her how to start the Ferrari, laughing as she protested that it had more buttons than a spaceship and they'd really be better off getting in a taxi. Carlos had refused to let her leave the car behind though, and eventually she crawled out of the parking area and on to the road at an incredibly slow speed.
Charles was rambling away in the passenger seat, the Monaco flag still sat on the top of his head. Laura couldn't even look over at him to make sure he was alright, her hands with a deathly tight grip on the steering wheel as she crawled along, silently praying that they were going to make it back to his place with the car unscathed.
Somewhere along the line, Charles had removed the flag from the top of his head and regained enough consciousness to realise what was happening. "You're driving my car? Oh my god SLOW DOWN!" He yelled, making her flinch.
"If I go any slower I won't be moving." She pointed out, still crawling along at a very slow speed. As the roads cleared out and she gained confidence she put her foot down a little bit, but she was still going almost half the speed limit.
"Be careful!" Charles cried. "I love this car! Don't hit anything."
"I'm trying." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Why are you driving my car?" He frowned.
"Because you can't hold your drink and we had to get you home somehow." She laughed quietly, relieved to find she wasn't that far away from reaching Charles's place. Although that left her with a new worry about how on earth she was going to park the thing.
"You're pretty." Charles smirked, reaching out to touch her face.
"You're drunk." She swatted his hand away, not knowing exactly what he was planning to do, but she didn't trust herself driving the car as it was, never mind with him touching her.
"I won." He grinned. "I fucking won! I broke the curse!"
"You did." She laughed. "You won and I'm really proud of you."
"We should celebrate." He cheered. "Let's get some drinks!"
"I think you've had plenty to drink, we need to get you home and into bed. You're going to have quite the hangover in the morning." She shook her head at him.
"Are you going to come to bed with me?" He grinned. "Getting to take my pretty girlfriend to bed seems like a good way to celebrate."
She froze for a second at the use of the world girlfriend, but quickly brushed it off. He was so drunk he quite clearly hadn't got a clue what he was saying and she highly doubted that he was going to be able to remember any of this in the morning anyway.
"You're going to be passed out asleep the second you get into bed." She told him. "We'll see if you remember any of this in the morning, shall we?"
"I'm going to remember this day forever." He grinned. "The best day ever."
As she struggled to get the Ferrari even remotely close to being in its parking space once she reached his place, Laura realised that she had perhaps been unnecessarily mean to Charles about his parking skills. The bonnet was so long she couldn't actually see the end of it, and she was left holding her breath waiting for the horrible crunch of metal telling her that she'd hit something.
It never came though, and eventually she parked the car more or less in the spot. Charles was seemingly oblivious to her stress as she tried to park the car, still rambling on complete and utter nonsense that she couldn't really understand but from the snippets she could catch, she thought was possibly something to do with his strategy from the race.
Either way, it didn't really matter. The only thing she could think of was that she'd got the Ferrari home unscathed. The next challenge though was how to get Charles out of the Ferrari and into bed.
She couldn't help but laugh as she went round to the passenger side and opened the door to find him battling to undo the seatbelt, completely defeated by the simple fastening.
"You okay there?" She laughed, looking at the frown of concentration on his face as he tried to unbuckle it.
"It's stuck." He whined, fumbling with it again. "I'm trapped. I'm going to die in here."
"Alright, let's calm the dramatics down a little shall we?" She suggested, leaning into the car and easily undoing it for him.
"My hero." He announced, a dopey grin spreading across his face.
"Alright, come on." She held a hand out to him to help him up, catching him as he staggered in to her. "Let's get you into bed, shall we."
"I want to get you into bed." He grinned. "You look sooooooo good in that dress. Can't wait to take it off you."
"You couldn't even get your own seatbelt off." Laura laughed. "There's absolutely no way you're getting this zipper undone on this dress."
"I'll find a way." He told her firmly. "I'll rip it."
"Don't you dare." She rolled her eyes at him, she was fairly sure he was too drunk to have the coordination do that even if he did try.
She draped his arm around her shoulder, supporting his body weight enough to keep him upright as they made their way upstairs. The two of them tumbled out of the elevator, giggling, as she swatted Charles away as he kept trying to kiss her neck, his hands trailing over her body shamelessly.
There had been a moment when she'd let go of him to unlock the front door where he'd wobbled and lost his balance to the point of nearly ending up on the floor. Thankfully even as drunk as he was his reactions had been fast enough to catch himself against the wall, and Laura managed to quickly wrestle him the rest of the way through his apartment to the bedroom.
He flopped down dramatically on the bed as she pushed him so he was sitting, already clutching his head.
"You're going to have the worst hangover of your life in the morning." She laughed, shaking her head at him, as she bent down to pull his shoes off.
"My head feels like it's going to explode." He groaned.
"It's going to feel even better when you wake up." She told him. "I think you set a record for the fastest someone's ever got that drunk."
"I'm always the best at everything I do." He joked, smirking at her as she started to unbutton his shirt. "Can't wait to get me out of my clothes, huh?" Even as he said it though his eyes were drooping closed and she knew she'd got a couple of minutes before he was going to be fast asleep.
"Come on, let's get you into bed." She suggested, pulling his shirt off and tossing it into the corner of the room. She pushed him back so he was laying down, quickly tugging his trousers off to leave him in his boxers, before pulling the duvet up over him as he snuggled into the pillows.
She'd gone into the bathroom to take off her makeup and change out of her dress, fully expecting him to be fast asleep when she came back out. But as she climbed into bed beside him he quickly rolled over, capturing her in his arms.
"That's better." He mumbled, and then before she could even try and move he was fast asleep, snoring in her ear.
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Escapism (CL 16)
Fanfiction"Just a heart broke bitch High heels six inch In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page"
