A Maconnie Wedding

You're Drunk

"Well you might not be drinking but I am. Let's go get another and watch people make fools of themselves on the dance floor, Naylor." He declared as he stood up, swaying slightly as the fast movement mixed with his intoxication from the last few drinks that he'd managed to down since they'd been sat there.
"You know, that might be the best thing you've said all night Mr Fletcher." She replied and took his arm to keep him upright. "I probably shouldn't be letting you get another drink to be honest."
"Oh come on, don't be a party pooper, I'm not even drunk yet!" He exclaimed, a little too loudly for her liking.
"Alright alright, one more and that's your lot." Jac gave in impatiently as he led them both over to the bar.
"Okay Mum." He replied with a smirk.

Once laden with their respective drinks, the pair wove and twisted and turned between the tightly packed tables until they reached their dark-in-the-corner table.
Fletch sipped at his beer quietly, much to Jac's amusement. It was strange how easily he could be satisfied and kept quiet, much like a child with a new toy. The surgeon was enjoying her peace away from the man's incessant chatter when suddenly a very recognisable song blasted through the speakers, making her groan in distaste. Of course, Fletch being Fletch, he jumped up and practically ran to the dance floor.

"Sweet Caroline do do do!" He roared along with the other guests. The Nurse jumped to the beat of the song and began dad-dancing around the floor without a care in the world.
"Come on Jac, come and dance!" He yelled, bouncing back over to her to pull her up.
"No Fletch. No thank you." She stated and picked up her glass. "I'm quite happy here watching you."
A second later the glass was snatched from her hand and she was pulled up out of her seat and into his arms.
"You're coming with me Naylor." And he proceeded to lead her to the dance floor. She reluctantly followed, in fear of losing her arm to his tight grip on her wrist, knowing that he wouldn't let go until she stepped a foot onto the wooden floor.
"Touching meeeee, touching youuuuu!" He roared again, gesturing between them, the opposite way around to the lyrics.

"You're drunk Fletcher." Jac rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile.
"Yeah and being drunk makes it very difficult to hide how I really feel about you." He slurred over the music in her ear.
"Shh people might hear you!" She hissed at him.
"Oh Veronica," He teased. "I don't care. I don't care who knows!"
"Just stop talking now." She pressed a finger to his lips as a blush crept up her neck. "And stop calling me Veronica. I think it's time for bed Mister."
"Oo naughty." He winked and received a shove.
"You know what I mean so you can stop that right now." Jac replied but couldn't help but let her mind wander to the same place. As she pushed him towards the door, she glanced back over her shoulder to see Emma asleep on Jonny's sister's lap. Bless her, Jac thought, she must be exhausted after this long day. She was so proud of her little girl and couldn't stop the smile that was tugging on the corners of her lips.
"Fine take me to bed Naylor." He slurred loudly, causing a few heads to turn.
"Sorry. Sorry, he's a bit drunk." She apologised on his behalf through gritted teeth, her attention brought back to the massive clump in front of her as he stumbled his way between the tables, accidentally kicking and tripping over a few feet on his way past.

They were now outside his hotel room, fumbling around in her clutch bag for the key card to open the door.
"Oh Veronica, I love-." She span round and clapped a hand over his dramatic mouth before he could finish his sentence.
"Don't Fletch, just don't." She sighed.
"Don't what? Am I not allowed to speak anymore?" He protested.
"Yes you can speak, just not those words please. Not now. Not in this way." She muttered and shoved the card into the slot,agitatedly. Jac pushed the man into the room and switched on the lights. "I'll just grab you some water. Go and sit down on the bed." She instructed.

Returning to the main bedroom after retrieving a glass of water from the bathroom tap, the surgeon found Fletch had actually done as she'd asked and was sat on the end of the bed with his shoes, tie and jacket in a heap on the floor next to his feet. He smiled a goofy smile at her reappearance.
"Here you are, let's get you sobered up a bit shall we." She passed him the glass and muttered under her breath. "Before you say anything else."