I Know This Can Work

I'm fine, promise!

-Dahvie POV-

"Jayy, Jayy!" I called, stumbling clumsily to him as my drink spilled over my hand and wrist. A high giggle escaped my lips as I tugged on his ripped sleeve.

Jayy turned to look at me, his electric blue eyes meeting mine. "What is it, pip squeak?" He righted my hand with the alcohol clutched in it.

"What's the difference butween... Butween... I, hahaha, I forget!" My eyebrows knit together as I tried to remember the joke through the pounding music and hazy thoughts.

Jayy snickered and tugged on a bit of my red dyed hair, hiccuping slightly, "Someone's shitfaced. Hey, let's get going. It's already..." He looked at his phone in search of the time, "well, shit. It's already half past 1 am."

I could tell he wasn't the most sober person at this party either. I was going to reply but someone started to push against me and I swivelled around to see a slutty looking girl wearing a dizzy grin on her lips, let alone much else. She slurred out a sentence I had trouble understanding and motioned for me to follow. "I'll meet up later with ya, Jayy.~ This could be fun. Haha!"

He frowned and took my drink, plopping it on the counter before grabbing my shoulder, "Dahvie, let's go. I'm tireeeed!"

I shook my arm free and glanced back at the whore swaying her hips to the beat of the music, then to Jayy again. I pouted and snatched up my drink, chugging the last of it. "Go home then! I want to live up to my title of sex god, man." I hardly finished my sentence before my vision started to blur and my knees weakened. They gave out and I flashed into a comatose state.

Roofied.

Great.

-Jayy POV-

"... I want to live up to my title of sex god, man." Dahvie sneered. A second later his face went blank and his empty tumbler fell to the floor, he following quickly. Though my reflexes were tired, I managed to grab Dahvie's arm and yank him up into my own. A few people dancing or strutting around the large expanse of the room glanced at us and I huffed. His limp body rested against me and I dragged him to the front doors of the club. I'd finally got a taxi and pulled Dahvie in with me after about half an hour of trying. The drive home was silent and reeked of $2 perfume and alcohol. I flung a wod of bills at the cabby and lifted Dahvie out of the back seat as we arrived at our large home. He wasn't very heavy, no surprise there. His arms dangled and his head rested against my chest as I went inside, trudging up the stairs to his room. I tossed the sleeping Dahvie onto his bed covered in clothing, makeup, pillows, and the occasional stuffed animal. I sighed and stared at the pathetic sight for a while before deciding to get him comfortable. I pulled his clothes off and shoved the crap off his bed, pulling the soft blankets over his sprawled out limbs.

"Fuck, Dahvie, that's why you don't pick your drinks up again. I think the drugging saved you from a little accident though..." I sighed sleepily and pecked his forehead with my lips before slipping out of his room and into mine across the hall. I fell into a deep sleep the moment I dropped onto my bed.