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party animal

as you got older, going to shows got more fun. you could legally drink, not having to worry about getting caught. so when your boyfriend, adam (who was a few months older and obviously more mature) took you to see your favorite local band for your 18th birthday, you were gonna get absolutely hammered. adam didn't, because he knew how you could be, so he made sure to keep a close eye on you as you danced along to the music.
"i think you've had a bit too much tonight. let's get you home," adam said as you stumbled on him.
"i'm fine," you slurred, shouting over the music, "just let me dance!"
adam grabbed your hand and led you outside to get a cab. as you waited, you felt sick suddenly. adam could sense what was about to happen, so he grabbed your hair out of instinct, allowing you to vomit on the side of the street. as you let yourself go, adam rubbed circles on your back, trying to calm down your heaves. when the cab arrived to take you home, you both poured in. as you started to take off, he pulled an old used napkin from his pocket and used it to wipe your face and the remaining vomit that was left on the corners of your mouth. grabbing a hair tie from your wrist, he put your hair up to the best of his abilities. as you crashed onto him in the cab, he stroked your arm and planted kisses on your temple (because lord knows he wasn't going anywhere near your mouth). when the cab arrived at your house, he led you up to your room, and helped you get cleaned up, and changed into comfortable clothing. you crashed onto your bed, adam soon following suit. your head pounding, you whisper, "i'm so sorry for whatever that was. i'm so embarrassed." adam pulled you into his arms and began to stroke your head.
"don't be, baby. i'm just glad you're okay."