||Think About You|| Slaxl fanfic ||

22. an afterparty

Slash's pov:

I watch the door slam.

I walk back into the room.

"Everything okay?" Amanda asks.

"Yeah. He... went back to Marley." I say.

"You want another drink?" She asks, holding two beers.

I take a beer and drink it.

And another one, and another one.

Anything to take my mind off of it.

It's almost 1 am as my phone rings.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Uh hi, this is Julia. I can't seem to reach Axl. I was asking if you're coming home anytime soon or if you want me to sleep over?" She asks.

"Uhh yeah you can sleep over. There are pillows and blankets in our closet. Need anything else?" I say, trying not to sound drunk.

"No, that was all. She went to sleep just fine. She is adorable. " she says.

"Yeah, that's great. Uhh goodnight and I'll see you tomorrow." I say. I end the call.

"Who was that?" Amanda asks as she sits down next to me.

"Uh Axl. He called to tell me I should be quiet when I come back. Marley is asleep." I lie.

Amanda nods.
"You could sleep at my place. If you want." She says, placing her lips at the bottle.

Yeah, I would like that.
I nod in response.

I take another drink.

I try to place to empty bottle on the table, but I miss.

The glass shatters on the floor.

"Shit." I say.

"Fuck, sorry man." I say as I find Mabels face.

She gets a broom.

I get up to take the broom.
Trying to walk straight, but failing.

I feel my stomach getting upset.
A burning sensation starts filling my throat.

A burning acid fills my throat as the inside of my stomach, mainly alcohol, reaches the floor.

"Fuck." I exclaim.

"It's alright." Mabel says.

"How bout we go, alright?" Amanda asks.

I nod.

We take our jackets and walk out the door.

"So... Mabel must hate me now." I say, trying to stay on my feet.

"No, how can someone hate you?" She says and intertwines her arm with mine, making sure I don't fall.

We walk to her house.
Amanda opens the door and we get inside.

"Where you got the blankets?" I ask as I sit down on the couch.

"Oh no, you can sleep with me." Amanda says.

I nod and follow her.

Her room is cold.

I take off my shoes and my shirt.

"You can put your stuff on the chair." She says while taking off her clothes.
As she points at the chair, I can see the side of her boob.

I put my stuff on the chair.
"You got some sweats I can borrow?" I ask.