McCree x reader

Drunk

The cowboy had sworn to you he wasn't going to drink too much at the bar because he "only wanted to a take few sips and contemplate its flavor" – factual words that slipped out of his lips. But when you received a call from said man 1 hour after you just had talked to him in person – his whole speech slurred and unable to be deciphered with the exception of a few words – you knew you had to get him before he got himself into trouble. On the phone call, the only words you were able to make out from Cole were "am drunk" and something along the lines of if you could come get him.

Once you reached the bar and located him from the rest of the crowd, you took a strong squeeze of his bicep and gave the bartender an apologetic smile. Surprisingly, the bartender returned the gesture, and the embarrassment that had taken over your body was no longer there. That could only mean that Cole hadn't done anything to cause problems... yet.

"Cole, let's get you out here," you let out loud enough for him to hear and it was inevitable for you to take in the smell of whiskey coming from his breath. Without a doubt, he sure did savor a couple of shots in such a short amount of time.

"Yeaaah, let's do that." Hearing him talk like that and with a couple of hiccups interrupting himself made you snicker despite the urgency of the scenario. With a tighter hold around his waist and one of his arms above your shoulders, it took every muscle within your body to drag Cole out of the bar. The man was limp from the moment he stood up from his stool and you had to repeatedly protest at him to regain some of his own footing; it worked here and there but with more failure than success.

Finally at your car, you maneuvered your way to where your keys were located: right front pocket next to Cole's torso. Trying to fetch your keys while keeping a drunk cowboy up on his feet was a whole ordeal of his own, one you hoped you wouldn't have to relive anytime soon.

A triumphant sigh escaped your lips when you got a hold of said keys and quickly began to unlock the door to the passenger seat. Somehow it had been easier to sit Cole inside the car than anything else you had to do today.

Fastening his seatbelt became another challenge of its own as he made it almost impossible to do so. He was attempting numerous times to caress your face yet his hand always missed by a few inches, making his arm an obstruction anytime you tried to click the seatbelt into place.

"Nooo," Cole bickered every time he miscalculated and you couldn't deny how adorable this was beginning to appear. Other drunks would have frustrated you within minutes, but when it came to Cole, a lot of his antiques could be excused. With a click of the belt, you admired your work and were about to shut the door until the man took a hold of your arm.

"Waaait there, sweetheart," he slurred out while his eyes tried to focus on your face. "Did ya... did ya know that I loooove the way your hair flutters in the air? Or or..." he grasped his chin between his fingers with his other hand, the other never losing its grip on you. "That you're so nice to me, even if I may be a son of a bastard? Damn... I hit the jackpot with ya."

To say you were surprised by his declarations of praise was an understatement and the growing blush on your cheeks attested to that.

"Aaand that you're beautiful? Care to explaiiin that?"

He was killing you right then and there. There was no way you would ever forget this even if you tried.

"Okay, come on, let's take you home before you say anything else," you babbled as a quiver overtook your voice. Your heart was soaring at that very moment and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered with no indication of stopping anytime soon.

"Alright, preeetty thing." Cole attempted to tip his hat at your direction but miserably missed as his fingertips went higher than where the rim was. He let out a grunt at this and inspected his hand as if they were the most disappoint thing to him. This let out a shy laugh from you and him able to earn that from you made the biggest, drunk smile to take over his lips.