Dan's POV: I slouched over on Phil as he carried me out the door of the taxi. I still had a small beer bottle in my hand.
"P..p..Phil,"I slurred.
He looked at me slightly tipsy but not yet drunk. I picked myself up and dropped my beer.
"Goddammit! Pppppphhhhhiiiillll! I dropped myyyy bbbbbeeeerrrrr!"I cried.
He picked me up as I tried grabbing for the beer.
"But my bbbbeeeerrrr!"
He dragged me into the apartment and dropped me onto the couch. He sat down next to me and before I knew it, I hydro pumped (vomit) on the carpet.
All I see is Phil cringing and running into the kitchen. Myself still sitting on the couch and vomit running down the sides of my mouth. Phil runs back into the room with a wet cloth and wipes down the sides of my mouth.
"Dan get in the shower! You smell of alcohol and vomit!" He yelled.
"Wait Phil come here." I whisper to him. Then it happened I crashed my lips against Phil's perfect lips. Slowly it started rough (considering I was drunk) but then we both melted into it and it felt slightly perfect.
"Can you help me in the shower?"
