Josh Dun x Reader

Drunk

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing

Word Count: 1449

Your phone started to ring, waking you up from the dream you had been having. Groaning loudly, you rolled over and answered.

"Hello?" your voice was hoarse from sleep.

"Heeeeeeey, sweetheart."

You recognized Josh's voice immediately. And by the use of his favored pet name for you, he was drunk off his ass yet again.

"What do you want, Josh?" you asked.

Dealing with drunk Josh was the last thing you felt like doing right now, especially since he had woken you up in the middle of the night.

"I was just calling to tell you how beautiful you are."

You felt your heart start to race, even though his words were empty. You were far from the first woman that he had told that to tonight.

"Do you need me to pick you up?" you grumbled.

"Nah, the night is just getting started."

You got up from bed and grabbed some shorts that you had tossed aside the night before.

"I'm coming to get you, where are you?"

"I don't need to be picked up."

You somehow managed to pull on your shorts with one hand.

"I'll ask you one more time, where are you?"

You heard him groan loudly on the other line, "The bar on the other side of town. The one with the green door."

"I'll be there in ten," you said shortly before ending the call.

You could hear the thumping music from inside the bar before you had even shut the car off. A couple of people were leaned against the brick building, smoking cigarettes and laughing with one another. You locked the car behind you and walked through the door.

Smoke clouded most of the room as you looked around for the familiar bright yellow of Josh's hair. You quickly spotted him sat at the bar, flirting relentlessly with some blonde. He had obviously forgotten about you coming to pick him up.

"Alright, Josh, that's enough," you said, grabbing him by the arm as you walked up to him.

The girl looked at you with disdain, "Who are you?" she spat.

"A friend," you shot her a look before pulling Josh off the stool and dragging him out.

"Look at you, getting all feisty," Josh laughed as you walked him through the bar.

You rolled your eyes and brought him out to the car.

"Are you going to be able to get in on your own or are you so drunk that you can't open a door properly?" you hissed.

"I got it, sweetheart," he said as he opened the door.

You climbed inside and turned on the car. Josh clicked his seatbelt and leaned his chair back.

"You better not throw up all over my car," you warned.

"I don't plan on it, sweetheart."

Josh continued to call you pet names and flirt with you on the way home, it was what happened when he got drunk. Tyler had always been the fun one to be around when he was drunk, although it was rare that that happened anymore.

You parked in your normal spot on the side of the building. Josh took awhile to get out of the car, much to your dismay.

"Do you have your apartment key?" you asked.