(I'm so SORRY for being a lazy bum!)
The lights were flicking, people were dancing, and the music was booming. Larry sat by, grumpy that he couldn't have a drink. He had to take his partner, Y/N, home. But he shrugged, his dark, blue hoodie sagging off his shoulders as he saw them. Y/N. Dancing with the teachers. Their hips swaying, and her H/L, H/C (Hair Length and Hair Color) (IF YOU DO NOT HAVE HAIR, IGNORE-) swayed. They were drunk, only from two vodka shots. Larry shook his head playfully, chuckling. When the night was over, he lead a wasted Y/N to their car. He strapped them in, making sure they were safe and secure. He then started to drive, his eyes occasionally glancing to his partner, who was passed out. He pulled up to their house. Sure it was small, but it was perfect for them. He lead them out, their whining pitifully and him carrying them to the room. He changed their clothes (Nothing perverted) due to the fact they had vodka all over their satin dress/suit. Afterwards, he helped them into bed, then changed himself. He layed next to them, snuggling and petting them.
'𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝓮'
