Babysitting Tom (a Tom Hiddleston story)

Whiskey and Tequila is not a good mix

Oh fuck, when did she learn that whiskey didn't agree with her ? Ava awoke to a blinding headache the next morning. Wishing her hangover had been morally instead, regretting not letting him send Ben home and prove that he wasn't just talking shit.

She crawled out of bed and pulled a T-shirt over her head, then she went into the kitchen to put some coffee on.

Did she hear snoring from the living room ? She stuck her head in, yup Tom was splashed on the couch, or mostly as his long legs hang out over the end.

On the table was two empty whiskey bottles and a half empty bottle of tequila. Ben was nowhere to be seen, and she really hoped he had gotten a cab or was sleeping in the guest room.

In the kitchen she got a couple of painkillers and swallowed them, then she made egg, bacon and sausages. Tom had a meeting in two hours, she needed to get him up and working.

When the food and coffee was done she squatted down next to his head and shook him softly. "Tom wake up, you need to get up".

"Just let me die in peace please". He mumbled and tried to turn, falling of the couch, she only just managed to get out of his way.

"Ouch". He opened his eyes and slowly sat up, he looked worse than she was feeling, so he had to feel really bad.

She handed him two painkillers and a bottle of water. "Here take these, and then there is coffee and breakfast in the kitchen. You have that meeting in less than two hours".

"Thank you, how come you look so alive ?" He looked up at her, his eye bloodshot.

She smiled at him. "I feel worse than I look, but I went to bed before you did and I see you both managed to finish the second bottle of whiskey and start on the tequila after I left".

"Oh fuck my head hurts. I guess we should have stopped when you did, that tequila is killing me. Is Ben alive ?" He asked.

Ava shook her head. "No haven't seen him, is he in the guest room ? I can go check on him".

"I think so, he said he would sleep there". Tom said, then he moaned and rested his forehead on his bend knees.

She went down to the guest room and opened the door. The bed had clearly been used and Ben's clothes was spread across the room, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Ben ? Are you in the bathroom ?"

When she had called a couple of times with no answer, she opened the door. He was curled up on the floor next to the toilet sleeping. She checked he was okay and tried to wake him, but got no reaction.

"Tom you have to get Ben back to bed. He is sleeping on the bathroom floor. I can't wake him and I can't carry him". She had gone back into the living-room.

Tom got very slowly up, then stretched. "Please remind me to never ever do this again".

"Now get in and get him to bed, get showered and then come get breakfast". She said going into the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later he was back in the kitchen, newly washed and looking almost normal, sitting down. "Uhm food, just what I need right now, thank you".

"Good, because I get in trouble if you are not ready for your meeting". She said, putting food on his plate.

He ate with a surprisingly healthy appetite, his hangover considered, looking more and more like himself.

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"Forget it Tom, you are nowhere near sober enough to drive and neither am I so I'm calling a cab". She grabbed the car keys from his hand.

They were about to leave and Tom had the idea that he could drive them no problem, but that she wasn't going to allow.

He did complain but at least he accepted it and they got a cab to the meeting and arrived in time.

And he did actually manage to get through the meeting without them noticing his massive hangover, him excusing himself for being a bit tired.

When they got back home, Ben had emerged too, looking more dead than alive, and they all crashed in the living-room, watching bad TV and eating pizza for the rest of the day.