The Bestest Cuddle Buddy Ever

World's Hardest Game

"You up for a drinking game?" he asked, looking down at me with his mischievous look that made my stomach tense for reasons other than that look was extremely attractive.

"Don't you have a flight to catch tomorrow? You going to be able to do that with a hangover from hell?"

"Pssh, my flight's not until tomorrow night. Besides, I feel like seeing you drunk is not something I want to miss out on." He wiggled his eyebrows and I felt the urge to punch him, and myself.

"No funny business Irishman" I scolded teasingly. He just wiggled his eyebrows again, laughing. He held up his hands though,

"You have my word as an Irishman. No funny business from me tonight," I narrowed my eyes at him

"Yes, but you're a very bad Irishman, Guinness-hater"

"Aw shite, ya got me. Just calling me out like it's nothin'!" I shook my head with another laugh, knowing that getting drunk with Jack was probably a terrible idea with my current infection of puppy love.

Jack didn't have much in the way of alcohol, just a couple beers in the fridge and a few choices for whiskey... including an almost full bottle of Jameson! So that, of course, ended up being our poison of choice because you just don't take shots of Jack plus Daniels (Seriously. It's fucking gross. Jameson is so much smoother and has a better taste. Trust the alcoholic). Jack dug out two dusty shot glasses from a cabinet. One was a plain glass you'd get at any grocery store, the other was something you'd buy at a souvenir shop or gas station from Vegas. Jack shrugged when I asked him and told me that a fan had given it to him. We settled in front of the TV, shot glasses in hand. Jack had the one from Vegas. We both poured a shot and took it, clinking the glasses together in a weird cheers. We started the movie and everything gets a little fuzzy after the first fifteen minutes.

Jack and I were giggling on the couch, no idea what we were laughing at though. I don't know what part of the movie we were on, or if it was even still playing. I was completely focused on Jack, trying to teach him some childhood games I learned in grade school.

"Okay! Okayokayokayokay okay! You ready?" I swayed a little as I sat sideways, cross-legged on the couch with Jack facing me. He nodded looking focused and utterly determined.

"I got it this time" we both held out our hands

"Double, double... this... this. Double, double... that...tha-" I chanted

"Fuck it!" he screamed as he messed it up again. I laughed, my head felt floaty and my mouth felt like cotton. Swaying around felt really nice, it made my head do this fun swimming thing. I couldn't stop swaying and I couldn't stop giggling like an idiot. Jack was watching me with a wide smile, his hair messed up and in his face.

"One more time!" he demanded in a thick accent, shaking himself like that would get rid of the half a bottle of Jameson in his system, I shook myself as well like it would help me shake off the other half of the bottle. We both put up our hands and tried again.

"Double, double ... this... this. Double, double that... that... double... ... this... double ... ... that... double, double-" Jack's hand missed mine and the slap sent me crashing to the floor in a drunken heap. I barely felt it my face was so numb. I rolled so I laid out flat, giggling to myself. Jack hovered above me, kneeling near my head.

"Oh my god Y/n, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you, are you hurt?" I shook my head, feeling the world tilt and sway again so I kept doing it, moving my head back and forth. He wouldn't smile so I stopped and held up arms up to him, making grabbing motions at him like a child. He picked me up by my upper arms and turned me so I could fall into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled into the side of his neck.