[REWRITE SOON] Gunrunner - VA X fem reader

Get nae naed, normie

"WEEEE LIKE TO DRINK WITH Y/N, COS Y/N IS OUR MATE, AND WHEN WE DRINK WITH Y/N, SHE GETS IT DOWN IN
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I slammed the pint glass down on the table and burped. "Wellllll, good luck beating that onnnne, Missta." Narancia slurred his words as he leaned so far down the point where he was almost laying across every one's laps.

We were all sat down in the team mansion, Bruno was on a mission so we decided drinking was an amazing idea.

I was about a week in and had already started getting friendly with everyone in the house, except Abbachio of course, he was still mad about the whole piss fiasco.

After having discovered that there was no more beer, I grabbed the 1l bottle of vodka that Fugo had barely even touched, I was gonna get drunk that night and I was gonna make sure of it.

I took a swig straight from the bottle and Narancia startled giggling and chanting "Chug Chug Chug." "Don't tempt little dude." "Heyyyy I'm not that smallll." "Yes you are, and you're a lightweight too."

"I'm not drunkk." "Yes you are." Fugo butted in "Don't help herrrr." everyone giggled a little bit.

A few hours passed by, my top ended up somewhere across the room and I was sat playing drinking games with Mista and Fugo, Narancia had blacked out by this point.

Somehow Abbachio held my hair back as I threw up in the toilet and ranted to him. "It's just that, she didn't even like me that much yet I still let her play with my feelings you know? It just really made me feel like shi-." My throat burned as more vomit came up and I drunkenly sobbed into the toilet bowl.

Having gotten all my aggressive puking done with I headed out the back garden, still missing my top. I sat down next to a small pond and watched the frogs hop around.

All hell had broken loose behind me as the boys argued over god knows what, but I was too busy in my dazed out state to notice. "Hehe, frog" with that, I passed out and landed in the pond.

I woke up, still in the pond, freezing cold. Mista, Fugo and Abbachio were all piled on top of each other snoring.

Groggily getting up, I walked over to the sliding door that we left open last night, a frog slowly hopping out as I walked in.

My head hurt like a mother fucker so I decided to scrounge through the cabinet in the bathroom for any tablets that so much as hinted at pain relief, but alas, it was all for naught, nothing but hair vitamins and night creams. "God fucking dammi- ugh never mind." I quietly groaned to myself, deciding to get a cold shower instead.

Picking out a new outfit from the room that Bucciaratti had given me, I walked back into the bathroom and peeled off my pond-water-soaked clothes and hopped in the shower, cringing at the cold feeling.

After having thoroughly cleaning myself I slipped into a black spaghetti strap crop top, black denim skirt and baby pink demonia creepers with a decorative garter belt.

I stepped over the mess in the main living room, picked up my missing top from last night and walked out into the utility room beside the kitchen to put my clothes in the washing machine.

I should probably tidy this stuff up before Bucciaratti comes back, it's the least I can do.

Starting with the empty glasses and bottles, I picked them up and brought the bottles to a box of glass to recycle. I stacked the glasses next to the sink so I could wash them later. Working my way around picking things off the floor and putting them where they belonged, I somehow managed to unearth a sleeping Narancia from underneath a pile of coats.