Music For Cars

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*Ricky's POV*

I sat at the island counter, staring at Chris as I ate some generic cereal. I heard (Y/N) on the steps, snapping my head up. 

"Oh, hey." I smiled at her. 

"Wha-t's up?" She stumbled down two steps. It made me want to run over and see if she was okay, but she only fell on her butt.

"Are you drunk?" I giggled. I honestly didn't want to deal with two drunks at the same time.

"Maybe." She suggestively mumbled, raising an eyebrow and leaning on the banister.

"Wow." I shook my head and took in a spoonful of cereal. I could barely taste anymore from the smoking so the generic brand didn't bother me none. "You gonna' tell me what?"

"Well...a bottle of wine." She came over to me, trying to look innocent.

"That's not that bad." I shrugged. At least she wouldn't be throwing up everywhere. From previous experience, I know her to be a tough drunk.

"Well...you know what they say..." She trailed off and I gave her a grouchy look. "It's no fun if you've only had a bottle of wine." She frowned openly, glancing away from me.

"So more than wine..." I squinted my eyes at her suspiciously.

"I might've downed nearly a whole...bottle...of McGillycuddy..." She looked around suggestively. My eyes widened in shock as I slight smile crept on my face. Then I realized it.

"Ugh." I nearly face planted in my cereal. So I do have to deal with two drunks.

"Oh, don't be a sucker." She pouted and leaned harshly on the counter, nearly stumbling down the stairs.

"I'm not being a sucker." I scoffed, looking up at her droopy eyes. I noticed this a lot. When she wasn't flirting with me...she was getting drunk...a bad sign.

"Let me guess...you're looking at me...so you want some fuck." She deduced with her magical, drunk senses.

"Yeah, I want you." I admitted. She flat-out knew that but maybe she was in denial.

"Where's Chris?" She looked around, panicked. 

"He's on the floor." I tried not to laugh as I glanced down at him again. 

"Oh, baby!" She cooed as she saw him snoring bubbles into the puke on the floor. How did she think that was cute? Oh wait, she liked me...I'm that equivalent.

"Gag me with a spoon." I gnarled at her. She did a thing with her eye that told me she knew I was full of shit.

"Shush! I love him!" (Y/N) tugged on my heart strings some more.

"(Y/N), gimme' a break." I pointed out her lying.

"Ricky...I don't think I can keep it up much longer." She shook her head.

"What the hell? You're drunk..." I gave her a confused stare.

"No, no. I'm serious." It seemed like she was sobering up, putting a hand to her head and glancing at Chris again. "I can't do this to him." 

"He's pathetic. I don't know how you feel sorry for this bag of trash." I threw out my hand towards him.

"Because I'm a stupid girl in love, Rick." (Y/N) gave me a serious stare.

"Fine, fuck all of this." I stormed off the stool and stomped up the stairs to my bedroom. I just woke up and I already needed a nap...