After Midnight

2.

Delirious is drunk off his socks when Luke shoves his shoulder and wakes him up (one already hanging halfway off his foot) or rather tries to. Delirious blinks at him, but obviously isn't seeing with his eyes right now as a slight haze shifts across them.

"Look, I'm about go on Skype with the guys Jon, and I know you're still fucking drunk but I need to you to stay in this room, ok?" Luke frowns at him and feels his forehead. Too warm.

"Man you're going to kill yourself doing this sort of shit every year." He stands up and scratches at his beard, sighing as Delirious just closes his eyes and goes back to sleep.

"Fuck it. I'll lock the door so you don't go wandering off who the fuck knows where and break your neck or some shit. Okay?" Luke waits for a response that doesn't come, shakes his head, and tucks his friend in.

–

It's three thirty when Luke exits the game, barely remembering to say goodbye to his friends before he half-strangles himself with his headphone cord trying to get up.

The monitor will shut off on it's own in a half hour so he doesn't bother with it, stumbling down the hallway to his bedroom. Almost forgetting to unlock the door to the guest room.

He slumps against the wood as he works the simple push lock and calls out, "I'm opening it up Jon, so if you're awake and have to piss or something now's a good time to come out."

On second thought. "..Or, if you've already pissed yourself in there, please don't. Just stay there until morning, okay?" Luke presses his ear to the door but all that he can hear from the other side is light snoring.

–

When Delirious wakes up, his head is killing him.

He sits up and cradles it in his hands, grumbling. The room is dark and the house is quiet.

His throat feels dry and his stomach lurches as he reaches for the bedside lamp, but the light hurts his eyes. So he tries to turn it off but reaches too far too fast and can hear it fall behind the nightstand and short out.

He rubs his face. Milk. Yeah, that'll settle his stomach.

–

The second time he is awake he is lying face first on Luke's couch with his feet sticking way over the edge and Luke himself standing in the kitchen yelling, holding a spoiled carton of milk.

The late afternoon sun getting is ready to set, and bathes the room in a sharp yellow glow.

"Delirious!" Luke is still talking but Delirious isn't listening. His stomach has too much more to say, so he starts to move, manages to slide his legs off the arms of the couch and back under him where they belong.

It's as he's sitting up that it comes out. His mouth opens and vomit and milk cover him, the couch, the floor.

He throws up again before Luke comes back, pressing a cold wash cloth to his face that does the trick. A faint scent of lemons has him closing his eyes in relief.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you." Luke mutters as he wipes his friend's face clean.