Metallica Preferences Book **HIATUS**

Your Reaction to his Drinking Habits

James: You were kind of disappointed in James when you first initially found out about his heavy drinking. Especially because you were six and a half months pregnant with Orion at the time. You walked into the kitchen to get a snack, and you saw James stumble into the room, holding an empty beer bottle in his hand. You looked at him, and said, "James? How much beer have you had to drink?" He giggled, dropping the bottle, and slurred, "N-Not that much... Maybe three or four or five beers..." You sighed, setting down your snack, and said, "James, you're hammered! I'm disappointed in you. Think of your unborn baby. Is this a good example to set for him/her? You don't want our baby growing up to have this same habit as you, do you?" He looked at you, swaying back and forth, and slurred, "N-No... I don't want the little baby to grow up and do this..." When he said this, you draped his arm over your shoulder, helping him down the hallway, and helped him lay down on the bed. When you did, you kissed his forehead, and said, "I'm counting on you to stop drinking so heavily. It's really bad for you. Especially your liver." After you said this, you two fell asleep in each other's arms.

Kirk: You found out about Kirk's heavy drinking when he came home late once. You were very, very annoyed with him, because you had just given birth to your daughter, Amara, a few days prior. You were sitting in an armchair facing the front door, feeding the tiny baby girl in your arms, when you heard the front door open. You looked up, and saw Kirk stumble in with his arm over a sober Cliff's shoulder. Cliff looked at you, and said, "He's had way too much. I'm just bringing him home so he can sleep it off." You thanked him, adjusting the sleeping baby in your arms, and said, "Just help him into the bedroom, help him into his pajamas, and lay him down on the bed, please. Thank you Cliff." He nodded, and helped Kirk up the stairs and into the bedroom. When he did, you heard Kirk slur and shout, "Hey! Get off of me! My wife wouldn't like it if she found out what we were doing!" You sighed, groaning as the baby in your arms woke up and started crying. When Kirk's drunken shouts died down, Cliff came out of the room, walking down the stairs, and said, "Sorry about that. He was trying to fight me while I helped him change into his pajamas." You looked at him, lightly rocking the baby in your arms, and said, "It's alright. I just hope that at some point, Kirk learns that heavy drinking is a bad idea. Especially when his wife just had a baby not even five days ago."

Lars: You were very patient with Lars when you found out about his heavy drinking. You were in the living room, watching TV and waiting for Lars to come home. When he did come home, you stood up from the couch, and said, "Lars. We need to talk." He looked at you, swaying lightly, and slurred, "W-What do we gotta talk abo-about?" You sighed, crossing your arms, and said, "You're clearly wasted. When you sober up, we're gonna talk about your drinking." He hiccuped softly, stumbling to your bedroom, and you put your hand on his shoulder, and said, "Nope. You're sleeping on the couch tonight buddy. I'll get a pillow." He huffed, crossing his arms, and you helped him lay on his side on the couch. After a bit, you decided to sleep in the arm chair across from the couch so you could keep an eye on him, and got him a glass of water. When you were comfortable, Lars fell asleep, his soft snores filling the room, and you kissed his forehead.

Cliff: You actually handled Cliff's heavy drinking pretty well. There were times when he'd drink way too much and he'd have to sleep on the couch, but on one occasion, you couldn't help but laugh. You were at home getting ready to bake a cake, when you heard a knock at the front door, alerting your black lab, Smoky. You set the timer on the oven, calming the dog, and answered the front door. When you did, you were greeted by a very giggly Cliff. You looked at him, stifling a laugh as he stumbled into your arms. When he did, his eyes lit up, and he slurred, "H-Hey there... I think I might have the wrong house. You're an angel." You snickered, and said, "No you don't Cliff. I'm your wife, and this is our dog Smoky." He looked at you, his eyes going wide, and said, "W-W-Woah. I-I'm married?! Wow. That's far out dude." You raised an eyebrow at him, and said, "Are you stoned? Or drunk?" He looked at you, smiling lightly, and said, "Yes." You sighed lightly, helping him sit in an armchair, and said, "You're lucky I love you." He giggled, and said, "I love you too angel cake lady." That did it. You smiled, bursting into laughter after that remark, and caught your breath, saying, "I am actually baking a cake. Maybe in a bit we can have some."

Dave: Oh boy. You handled Dave's drinking habits pretty well, but sometimes, it would get out of hand, resulting in him acting like a five year old and trying to fight pieces of furniture. On one occasion, Dave came home giggly and acting like a five year old. You were about four and a half months pregnant with your daughter, Emily at the time. Dave looked at you, and slurred, "C-Can I have a cookie?" You looked at him, taking your apron off, and said, "Maybe. But first we've gotta get you cleaned up. You've got dirt all over you. Did you roll around on the ground before you came home?" He looked at you, a pout forming on his face, and he blew a raspberry at you. When he did, you said, "Dave, don't act like that. We're gonna get you into the tub." He crossed his arms, shaking his head at the thought of a bath, and you pursed your lips, and said, "If you let me give you a bath, I'll give you a cookie." He looked at you, his eyes lighting up at the promise of a cookie, and said, "Okay!" You smiled, helping him stumble into the bathroom, and you ran a bath. When you did, you checked the temperature with your hand, and said, "Just right. Ok Dave, lets get your clothes off." He giggled lightly, and you helped him out of his clothes. When you did, you helped him into the bath, and said, "Do you want bubbles Dave?" He giggled, clapping his hands, and slurred, "Yay bubbles!" You grabbed a bottle of bubble bath, pouring some into the bathtub, and shielded your face as Dave splashed lightly, stirring the bubbles and laughing. After a bit, you looked at him, and said, "Let's get you cleaned up." He crossed his arms, huffing lightly, and poured while you scrubbed him with a washcloth. When you were done, you said, "All done! Let's dry you off, get you dressed, and get you a cookie." He giggled, standing up shakily as the water was drained from the tub. You wrapped him up in a towel, helping him into your bedroom, and helped him into some boxers, a new shirt, and some sweatpants. When you did, he slurred lightly, "Can-can I have a cookie now?" You nodded, and helped him lay down on his side on the bed. When you did, you left the room, getting a cookie from the cookie sheet in the kitchen, and handed it to him, chuckling softly as he ate the cookie, and he said, "I love you (Y/N). You're the best." You smiled, kissing his cheek, and laid down beside him, and said, "Love you too Dave."

Jason: You were always very amused whenever taking care of a drunk Jason. He was a very giggly and clumsy person when he was drunk. On one occasion, he stumbled into the house while you were cleaning the living room. He giggled, trying to walk forward, and tripped over his untied shoelaces. When he did, he fell, getting lightly rug burned on his knees. He sat up a bit, looking down at his knees, and said, "Ouch." He looked up at you, tears welling in his glossy baby blue eyes, and slurred lightly, "I've got a boo boo babe." You came over to him, hugging him lightly, and said, "Oh my poor, poor guy has a boo boo! Let's get you patched up." He sniffled, and you helped him up, sitting him down on the couch. When you did, you went into the bathroom, getting out the first aid kit, and went back into the living room where Jason was. He looked up at you from the couch, and smiled lightly as you came over to him. After a bit, you patched up his knees, putting away the first aid kit, and kissed his forehead. When you did, you gave him a glass of water, and watched a movie with him as he drank his water.

Rob: You were very patient with Rob whenever he drank heavily. One night, Rob came home giggly and tipsy. You looked at him, and said, "Rob? You're drunk. Let's get you to bed." He giggled, stumbling as you helped him into your bedroom, and hiccuped softly as you helped him out of his shoes. When you did, he slurred, "H-How did I get so lucky?" You kissed his cheek, helping him lay on his side, and said, "The universe just has a way of bringing certain people together." He smiled, and fell asleep as you stroked his hair softly.