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drunk; stanley barber

warnings: a little heated

stanley, syd, and dina watched cautiously as their close friend pastel jumped around the room with vodka in her hands. her long brown hair bouncing around with her. she danced around to pour some sugar on me with a smile on her face.

"whenever she gets like this...it makes me nervous." stanley said to the group. "someone should get her before she does something stupid.

dina looked at both of her friends as they looked at her. "not it!" she said quickly.

sydney's eyes widened. "n-not it!" the two girls looked at stanley.

he sighed out and put on a smile. "guess it's me then."

pastel's p.o.v.

the song stopped which made me a little sad. i tried looking around for a dj or someone that could change the song but felt a hand lay on my shoulder.

i turned around and looked up; it was stanley. standing there with a smile on his face.

"hey."

i grinned at him and giggled. "hey," a hiccup erupting from my throat. "can you help me chance the song, i want to dance to it again."

he chuckled and my words. "sure," then took his hand off my shoulder and reached it out. "but first, let's get you cleaned up. you have spills of drinks all over you and crumbs in your hair."

i poured my lip out. "fine, but you're giving my a piggy back ride up the stairs."

stanley's eyes widened. "i don't think that's a good-."

"piggy back ride!" i yelled. then climbed myself on his back and wrapped my arms over his shoulders. which then he chuckled and gripped my thighs.

i know it was only to keep me from falling, but it still gave me some butterflies. or maybe that was from the alcohol; i dunno.

we made our way up the stairs and then in the a bathroom.

i jumped off of stanley's back and sat down on the toliet. watching him put a rag under the faucet and wet it.

he made his movement over to be and then crouched down and handed me the rag. "here you go."

my head shook. "can you do it, i'm tired."

"but the stain is on your..." he looked down at my chest and then back at my eyes.

i leaned my head close to his. "stanley, c'mere...listen." he brought his face to mind so i could whisper into his ear.

"i don't give a fuck."

he pulled away and exhaled out. "fine," and then started wiping.

i took notice to his facial features. he had a nice jawline, and curls that would drive anyone crazy. and his dark brown eyes are so cute.

stanley's really cute.

i leaned into his face and pressed my lips on his, he pulled away quickly and stared at me for a while.

"what are you doing, you're drunk."

i rolled my eyes. "i may be drunk, but i know one thing for damn sure; you are cute."

he shook his head and chuckled. "thank you, but you should really-."

i pressed my lips on his again only this time with more force. so much that i pushed him down on the floor.

it wasn't really interesting at first but soon enough stanley started push his lips harder into mine and kiss me longingly.

i felt something poke me down below between my thighs which made me a bit horny as it rubbed against me. and i guess stanley too as moaned between kisses.

then i remembered what it was.

i pulled away from his lips and looked down at him. "are you-."

"no!" he voice cracked. "okay yes, but you can't get mad at me. i told you that we should stop. i don't want to take advantage of you."

my lips curled into a smile. "i don't mind."

"well i do. i was raised better than that." he got out from under me and stood up. "now let's take you home."

i looked up at him and then started to chuckle. "stanley has a boner."

he started to blush and walk out of the bathroom.

"shut up!"