Wasted // Grayson Dolan

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He was dancing normally one minute and swaying dangerously the next. I walked up to Grayson,

"Are you drunk?" I felt light headed for a second. He laughed,

"No. I...I just had a couple drinks." He whooped and kissed me. I wiped my mouth, tasting the alcohol,

"Grayson, calm down. You're wrecked. We're going home." I grabbed his hand. He stumbled along with me for a second. I heard a chorus of cheers, followed by a sole voice,

"You love birds getting crazy?" I was about to say no, but Grayson beat me to an answer,

"Yeah we are!" He cheered with them and stopped following me. He grabbed my hand again and led me upstairs, basically dragging me. I sat on the ground and pulled on him,

"Grayson, get off." I tugged my wrist free. He lifted me off the ground,

"Can you chill out? You're being such a bitch about this." My mouth dropped open,

"Grayson! What the fuck was that about?!" I shoved him off of me,

"You're wasted. Like, fucked up type wasted. We. Are. Going. Home and there's nothing you can do about it." I pressed my back against the wall to leave space,

"Get your ass in the car. Now."

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