This starts in a different writing style from the previous chapter and from what I'm used to. Don't think I'll keep it? But it made writing this piece much easier.
It was going on 1:00am when Chris heard Y/N's keys jingling out side the front door. She dropped drop her keys with an audible 'Oops' following. It seemed like 50 years had gone by before she finally got the key into the lock.
When she managed to get inside, Chris noticed that she was stumbling a little bit.
He sat up on the couch and watched her make an ass of herself, slipping and sliding in an expensive pair of Giuseppe's on the marble floor. She threw her body, more like fell, against the door and it closed with a loud thud.
"Shhh," she whispered to the door, "People are sleeping."
Christopher tried to hold back laughter. He loved and hated it when she gets drunk. It was funny at first, but then it would get old real fast as her antics progressed.
Y/N turned around and saw her husband standing under the chandelier lights, arms crossed, and slightly disappointed. She pouted and turns back to the door,
"See...you wokes him up. Too loud!" she scolded, "I'm sorry baby. That door is so rude."
Her words were slurring like hell.
"It's okay baby. I was already up," he chuckled.
"Oooh," Y/N smirked seductively, "Was you waiting up f-for me...?"
She stumbled over to him, ankles nearly giving out, and fell into his arms.
"Baby, not tonight," Chris said while she rubbed his shoulders and chest.
"Yes, tonight! Because I feel gr-great and I want some dick!" she yelled.
"Nah, you gon' take yo ass to bed and get out these clothes,"
"Okay...y-you trying to be all aggressive and shit. I like that! W-with yo freaky ass," she tried to wink. Key word is try, being that she jut blinked for a long time.
"Baby, we not fucking—"
"Christopher, l-listen to me for a second...okay. We going upstairs. I'm gonna strip. Right...? You gonna strip, too. Then, we are gonna give Ro Ro a sibling by doing the nasty." she sang while humping his leg. He laughed at her and peeled her off his leg. She giggled until she burped and Chris could smell the margaritas and shots all on her breath. He may have also gotten a whiff of vomit, too.
"Whew, babe. You need some Listerine ASAP?"
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"What's wrong with my breath?! You don't like it n-now?! Huh?! You fucked that bitch Karate Chop and her breath sm-smelled like ass!" she hiccuped, "I'm not even trying to be f-funny. I never told you this, but she was talking shit to me one day at an award sh-show and Chris...I thought that hoe turned into a fucking dragon how hot her breath was. I lost nose hairs that day,b-babe. She nearly gave me a full eyebrow wax during that convo."
