Jr Rev Squad - ONE SHOTS

After the Toast - Part III

The trip back home was actually pretty calm. Frances only woke up some minutes before they reached their apartment building, fighting against the seatbelt. "Take thix oooOOOUut!" She complained as pushed the belt, which simply returned to her chest, not even crossing her mind to simply press the button to let it go, but it wasn't like Georges was gonna tell her that.

He laughed as she lost the fight and started ugly sobbing because of that, "Relax, we are almost home"

"I don't w-wanna go hoOOOome!" She cried aloud, punching the sides of her seat.

"Oh yeah? Where do you wanna go then?" He said taking the left, leaving his eyes off the road only mere seconds to check on her.

"UuuhHHmmm..." She thinks about the question, narrowing her eyes at the road and pouting, not sure what she wanted either, "OH!" She suddenly jumped on her seat, stopping crying right away, "ICE CREAM!"

"You want ice cream?" Georges chuckled.

"YEeES! PLEEeeeEASE," She pouted.

"The more tempting this idea might be, it's almost midnight, and there's an ice cream pot at home"

"NooooOO, I don't want that ice creeeeam!" She shouts, pouting again as she crossed her arms, "I want McDonald's"

"Oh, so now you want McDonald's?" He chuckled.

"I do! I want a burger..." She says and looks at him with pleading eyes, "Pleease, Geeeorgiiie~"

He has a smirk on his face, a failed attempt to not laugh at the situation, but ends up turning a different direction from the one to take them home, "Alright, let's go get those burgers. I'm hungry too"

"YES!" She raises her arms.

Georges drove to the nearest McDonald's and went to the drive-through, ordering both his and Frances' favorite burgers, double cheddar McMelt's, and also a large chocolate milkshake to shut Frances' up on their way back home.

Once he parked, she didn't want to leave the car, curling on a ball as she held her half drank milkshake in a protective manner, so he held the bag with their burgers and fries between his teeth and pulled her out in his arms. She yelped but giggled in happiness again, just like she did at the party. Somehow, he managed to lock the car and climbed the stairs without letting her fall as she kept on jumping on his arms and they reached their apartment.

He sighed when placed her down and she stumbled inside, plopping down at the couch and giggled as she kicked her legs up from above the armrest. Georges took out his blazer and frowned a bit looking at Frances' feet.

"Hey, what happened to your shoes?" He asked as she kept on swinging her feet childishly over the armrest.

"I lost." She giggled and Georges sighed.

"You lost them at the party?" He asked sitting down beside her, placing the bag over the coffee table and pulling the items out.

"I guess I did~" She giggled again, eyeing him from upside-down before sitting up and scooting over against him and grabbing one of the burgers as Georges grabbed the TV remote. For the following hour, they just ate and watched some random trash movie on TV that was casually passing by at that time of the night, "Or I am too drunk for my own sake... Or this movie doesn't make any sense." She commented, frowning at the screen.

"I guess it's both" Georges replied with a chuckle before she jolted up and ran to the toilet, the boy sighed and went after her after turning off the TV, finding her already hunching over the toilet and throwing up more of the alcohol she ingested that night. He pulled her hair back as he sat at the bathtub's side, patting her back until she was done.