Detroit: Become Human One Shots [COMPLETED]

Friends [Hank x Reader]

PROMPT: "WE'RE DRUNK AND LOST IN THE STREETS AFTER A WILD PARTY OUT AND AS I GIVE YOU A PIGGY BACK RIDE, YOU START SINGING 'SO NO ONE TOLD YOU LIFE WAS GONNA BE THIS WAAAAAY' AND YOU CLAP IN MY FACE'"

ALSO HUGE THANKS TO @My_blue_boy FOR BEING AN AMAZING READER AND GIVING ME CHARACTERS TO WRITE THESE PROMPTS FOR. YOU'RE THE BOMB DOT COM.

The night life of Detroit was never ending, meaning a plethora of people continued to saunter the streets, including you and you're lovely drinking companion, Hank Anderson. What started off as something simple, a nice drink at the local bar to celebrate the breakthrough of a case, turned into something much more serious, you both being shitfaced. 

Both of the bacchanals roamed the street, Hank recognizably and surprisingly, a lot more sober than you. He knew getting you home would be a challenge, considering you never really held your alcohol well to begin with; however, you proved to be much worse than Hank had originally predicted - stumbling into the street while cars flew by, threatening lamp posts after you ran head first into them, the whole shebang. 

"No, we are not stopping at this bar so you can get more alcohol into your system, you're already-" Hank was abruptly cut off as you leaped onto his back, whooping his rear end as if he were a race horse. Without thought, you shook you off, swiftly kicking your rear in protest, "Do I look like Secretariat or some shit? No. Get control of yourself an-"

Again, cut off, this time by your pouting face. You knew Hank hated your puppy dog eyes, something you learned from Sumo after seeing him pull the act, and would do whatever you wanted every time.

"Fine, get on. You can't hold yourself up as it is." He knelt down, groaning as you happily jump back on, saving the butt whooping for another time. His knees clapped together as he adjusted your weight and began walking again. Only a small limp accompanied his aging body, something he was proud of to say the least. 

You woke up, your head pounding and your frame covered by a raggedy blanket. Sumo rested at your feet, snoring louder than the rain. Glancing around, you spotted a glass of water on a table, some aspirin sat beside it. A soft smile made its way onto your face as you stood, wavering slightly before you scooped the aspirin into the palm of your hand, knocking it back and gulping the water in one gulp.

"Sorry for the change of scenery, it started raining so I made a detour and brought you to my place instead." Hank walked passed you, clapped your shoulder, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. 

"Sweet, beer. May I have on-" Hank instantly stood up, slamming the fridge shut and guarding it. The way he stood in front of it made it appear like he would protect his beer collection with his life, something you were determined to test. After all, the best way of fighting a hangover is drinking more.

"What! Why not?" You went to move him away from the fridge, but he slapped your hand away, resulting in you gently rubbing your wrist. With narrowed eyes, you tried again, absolutely steadfast on getting you another beer into your system.

"You were way too drunk last night to have another beer." He didn't move from his position, reaching over to the counter and grabbing the bottle opener, popping the cap off his beer, taking a long gulp from it.

"Was not! You can't prove anything, wrongfully accusing me!" You went in for another move, but again, rejected. This was going worse than every date you had in high school. 

"Really? We were drunk and lost in the streets after a wild night out and as I give you a piggy back ride, you start singing 'so no one told you life was gonna be this way' and you clap in my face. Right. In. My. Face." The anger that slowly crept into his eyes was more than enough to fully convince you.

"Oh."