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Imagine: FP after he runs into you at Pop's, drunk and disorientated. You spun around from the counter at Pop's when you heard the chime of the bells, a loud groan and a body hit the floor. "Oh my god! FP?!"You shouted rushing over to help him up. He shakily rose to his feet with your help."Y/N? Where am I?" "You are so drunk."You muttered guiding him to a booth."Pop, can I get a glass of water and a coffee?" "Of course, Y/N."He called from behind the counter. *** FP opened his eyes but his vision was blurry. The last thing he remembered was your panicked expression. "Y/N..."He whispered, hoping you were still there. "Welcome back to the land of the living."You spoke harshly. FP sat up and rubbed his eyes."Where...where-" "Pop's."You snapped. FP looked at the mug of coffee and glass of water in front of him."Are these for me?" "The coffee is."You told him."The water is for me to do this." You threw the water in his face. "I deserved that."He spluttered, wiping his face with his flannel. "I remember you swearing you weren't going to be like your dad."You reminded FP."What happened?" "I want to get better."He reached across the table and took your hand."Help me."
