cody getting drunk and showing up to you and punk’s hotel room all pink and cheesy 🤭🤭🤭 he’d stand there with a hand on the door frame to keep him steady and punk has a hand on his hip and raising an eyebrow at him and looking smug. “why’re you here and not with uso?” punk asks and cody shrugs, waves a hand.
“i missed you guys. you both always disappear, it’s not fair!” his lisp is worse when he’s been drinking, and his words slur together hopelessly.
you almost laugh at how wobbly he is. “not fair? what’s not fair about it?” you ask, sliding next to punk at the door.
cody makes a face like come on, you know what i mean but you really don’t, and punk looks at him with just as much confusion. cody just scoffs.
“come on! the fact that you’ve both been —-” his voice drops to a loud and drunk whisper, “ — you know, screwing around.”
punk bursts into laughter at that. “how’s that not fair?”
cody licks his extra white teeth. “it’s like,” he slurs, “the two hottest people are fucking each other. how’s that fair?” he burps a little, “you have to donate to us poor folk.”
punk and you blink at him a few times. “donate what?” you can’t help but break into giggles, “ourselves? and to who — you?”
it’s silent a moment and cody shrugs, breaks into a shit eating grin.
punk says, “okay, okay, cody — you’re drunk as shit, man. you need water and sleep.”
cody frowns then, almost comically and exaggerated. “so you don’t want a third?”
“cody,” your cheeks turn pink at his words, “you’re drunk, bud.”
“and?” cody says, and punk takes it upon himself to take cody back to his suite upstairs and put him to bed.
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