Edge (DM X J3T)

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(A/N I GOT A NEW TIGGER PHONE CASE!! I know what you're thinking "we don't care!" But just...okay....)

J - D o g

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I think it was a bad idea to bring Danny to the club. He started drinking and now he's drunk as hell, on the dance floor with George....Yeah.

"Danny, I think it's time we went home." George says, not completely drunk like Danny, who's had like 4 vodkas. Doesn't take much for him to get drunk.

"But I wanna stay here. Pleasssse?" He slurs, throwing his arms around George.

"No, Danny come on. Let's go!" He states peeling Danny's arms from around his waist, making Danny groan and follow him, whining in protest.
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George wakes up to the sound of retching and coughing coming from his bathroom, and being the smart man he is he realises it's Danny and gets up, heading for the poor man.

"H-hey. I'm okay." Danny whispers sat by the toilet as he wretches and pukes again as George rubs his back a little. 'Poor little guy.' Johnny thinks, looking down at the vomiting 32 year old.

"Do you want a water?" He asks, making Danny wretch and shake his head,

"No, goddamnit I'll die." He mumbles, making Johnny give a short gasp at his language, he never curses, never. He leaves the bathroom and gets dressed, picking out a scruffy white button up, a black dove and grenade hoodie and baggy black skinny jeans. He hops into his shower, hearing Danny wretch again over his speaker that's blasting Asking Alexandria. "God he's hung over." He mutters.

After his long shower he changes into his outfit and goes into the bathroom, seeing it empty and finding Danny curled into a ball, on his mobile whilst tears stream down his face.
"Danny what's wrong!" He exclaims, walking over to the man.

"I got a message from Thersea, it's been 2 years and she sent me a video of her telling Scarlett to say to the camera I was a 'very bad man' and she said it with such hatred!" He exclaims between sobs. Theresa stopped Danny seeing Scarlett after he told her he was gay and didn't want to be married anymore.

"Just ignore it bab- Danny." George corrects himself as Danny locks his phone and puts it on this dressing table next to him, crying into his pillow.

"My own daughter hates me!" Danny Exclaims, making the older man pull the brown eyed, banged boy into his arms, letting him sob into his muscular frame.