Imagine...

45.

Imagine: Looking after a highly intoxicated Kol Mikaelson.

You and Kol had been at the Grill all night and whilst you had been drinking responsibly – or 'boringly' as Kol called it – Kol had managed to get himself completely hammered. You'd played a few rounds of pool with Tyler Lockwood and in that time Kol had drained a bottle or three of whiskey – and one unfortunate passer-by. Heading back over to him, you frown deeply.

"Alright Kol, we've got to get you home. C'mon, my car's this way." You say, putting an arm around his waist and his arm around your neck to help him move. The trouble was that Kol didn't want to go yet.
"Oh, come on, (Y/N)! The night is still young and there's plenty more to drink."
"Elijah wouldn't forgive me if I didn't get you home." You shake your head, tugging him forward again.
"And I'm sure you'll live without my brother's acquaintanceship." He retorts stubbornly, pulling his arm from around your neck and dragging you back to the bar.
"Kol they won't serve you any more."
"Why?" You sigh. You really didn't want to have to do this.
"Excuse me? Ma'am? You shouldn't serve him. He's pissed."

... ...

After lots of childish arguing from Kol, and one very empty threat of a snapped neck, you'd managed to take him back to the family mansion. Kol had been walking around with a decanter of bourbon in his right hand for about an hour now.
"Y'know what I love about you, (Y/N)?"
"How much of a buzzkill I am?" You quip. You'd been getting an earful since 'telling on him' to the barmaid.
"That too. But, everything. I love everything about you. Even if you get me thrown out of the Grill." He raises the decanter to you. "To (Y/N), the most beautiful person in town."