"Woah you're pretty. What's your name hot stuff?" I slur, grinning wobbly.
"Oh no." Muriel sighs and looks at Asra for help. He grins humorously and walks over to me. "Y/n?"
"Azza!! My mama."
"...yes. How much have you had to drink?"
"Hmmmmmm..." I scratch my chin and almost fall of my chair, stabilised by Muriel.
"I think more than needed." Muriel chuckles and points to an empty bottle of whisky.
"Magician never... never says...wait.." I trail off on my own little thought as Muriel and Asra discuss what to do with me.
"You'd better not be sick, silly." Muriel holds my face and i giggle tiredly at him.
"I say just get to bed." Asra shrugs and picks up Julian by the under-arms, dragging him to the hole. Muriel looks back at me as they leave and sighs heavily, but with a certain fondness. "Come on then." He picks me up with ease and carries my floppy body to the bed.
"mmmm..." The cosy hold almost has me asleep.
"Hey hey y/n... stay awake you need to get ready for bed.." Muriel's voice becomes whisper as he pleads for my awake. I curl up in his arms like a cat and he sighs, gently putting me down on the bed. "Muriel..." I lift my wobbly head and try to get up but he gently pushes me back. "I'm here. we need to get you cleaned up." He wets a towel and stars wiping my face, "Get this dirt off."
"Mmmm dort" I lean my head back and sit slack-jawed as he delicately cleans. The two of us are quiet for a few moments as I struggle to stay upright. Finally he finished and his eyes move to my clothes, "Uhh..."
"Beep beep nose." I reach for his face and chuckle.
"Okay can you take off your clothes?"
I raise an eyebrow and nod. The shirt is first. I pull it up and get stuck, groaning and wiggling in the fabric prison. Muriel sighs and starts helping, patiently freeing me first. "I'm sorry." I pout.
"It's okay." he mumbles as he pulls off my gloves. I look up sadly at him and notice a blush painting his face as he moves on to other pieces of clothing. He squeezes his eyes shut as he takes off my undershirt and starts trying to do it blindly. I laugh at him and flop back on the sofa tiredness taking over. "where did you go?"
"Muri muri.." I mumble into the bed sheets.
"Okay just the socks left.." he peaks a little but shuts his eyes again as he finishes.
"Ohhhhhh." A grin covers my face, "I see what you doin."
"What??"
"This guy wants to sex!!" I try your best to wink and snort at your own words. "I have a Muriel! You can't have me!!!!!!!"
"Come on you can sleep now. I'm Muriel." He shakes his head and starts unbuttoning his own shirt. I stare it him from the bed and smile. "Kiss kiss pls"
He sighs, "hold on."
"Yeaahhhhh."
"Alright." he throws his shirt to a chair and sits up on the bed.
"These go.. leave." I tug on his trouser leg.
He huffs and pulls them off beside me as I grin.
"Yeah!!!!"
"I feel kinda wrong doing this..."
"Shhhhh... kiss."
"Maybe you aren't that different sober?"
I don't reply and just throw myself onto him, pressing sloppy kisses against his lips. He holds my face gently as I press a hand to his chest and let out a little hum. I find my hands feeling across his body, suddenly entranced by every inch of him. "You're very pretty." I pant, pulling myself onto him.
"Are you sure you want this?" He looks deep into my eyes and I nod.
"This is everything my brain thinks all the time." I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him close, kissing until I can't breathe. His big hands hold my shoulders and stabilise me gently. My breath picks up and I start to kiss more desperately. He stops. "We can't go any further.."
"Wh...why.." I pant and stare down at his lips.
"You're too drunk it would be wrong.."
"Wait an hour then!! let's see if I want to when I'm basically sober."
"Alright." He hugs me and slides down into bed.
An hour passes slowly and I turn to Muriel as he inspects the flowers in a pot on the window. "Muriel?"
"Mm?"
"Rearrange my organs please!" I grin.
He splutters and turns bright red, "what!!! you're not sober!!"
I shrug and stand perfectly still.
"I don't know how to move organs..?" He says shyly.
"Just do what you did on my birthday but a little more.. rough."
His face becomes almost a deep shade of crimson and he stutters little thoughtful noises as he fiddles with his hands. I get up and hold his arms, "Do you want to?"
He nods.
"Then do it."
"What about the others?"
"They won't hear, trust me."
"Fine.." he furrows his brows and stares at the floor.
"Hey," I pull his chin up, "look at me."
