Relationship: John Price x Chubby fem!reader (Clicks)
CW - Agegap and Drinking dats it really (Swear smut will be on the way just give a girl time ;(
Summary - Clicks goes to the pub with the team, and tries to keep up with John (pst she def can’t.) Not being able to drive or get an uber John takes you to his house.
The first time the taskforce invited you to the pub you didn’t drink at all it almost felt wrong to drink with your ‘superiors’. After a while you started to let loose more and more and tonight you definitely should’ve paced yourself better. Thinking you could actually drink with Price you decided to try to keep up with him. ‘Just for tonight’ you thought to yourself. On the way to the pub you could barely hold back your smile.
“ What' s got ya’ lookin’ so cheeky?” Ghost grumbled behind you.
“I saw this trend, so I’m gonna try to drink just as much as Price tonight!” You stop trying to hold back your smile, always the competitive spirit, a good competition always got you excited.
“Sure, Clicks” Ghost just let you crash a burn…
“Mr. Price, I see why you drink straight scotch. This! Is definitely making me forget all my issuess..” you mumble out not really looking at anyone in particular. You swirl the auburn liquid simply for some form of entertainment.
“ What problems do you have kid,” Price querks his eyebrow at you and smirks while drinking another two finger pour of scotch in one gulp. In turn you down the rest of your drink as well. Grimacing as the burn settles in your lower stomach. This only makes his grin stretch wider.
“I don’ know just stuff I guess..” your sentences have been trailing off since the second scotch both of you had an hour ago. You almost caught yourself saying ‘You, you old man!’, but with it being so public you assumed his rejection would hurt way worse than a quiet conversation in his office. Before you knew it the pub chatter dwindled down and so did your energy. You find yourself nodding off on the table which you usually would never do with how sticky they usually are.
“Come on Clicks we’re leavin’” Gaz shakes your shoulder, stirring you out of your ‘sleep’.
“Mmm okay gotta get an uber or sumn’,” you grab your phone and try to put in your password, but you’ve definitely had way too much to drink and your hand eye coordination is ruined.
“Jesus kid, next time you try to keep up, start with something a little lighter,” John gets up and grabs your arm keeping you stable enough to walk to his truck. You always thought men who drove big trucks were assholes and compensating, but the way John lifts you into the passenger seat has your legs rubbing together, and your eyes getting even more glossy than they already were.
“You alrigh’ staying at mine?” John keeps his eyes on the road when he asks, which you’re thankful for because in your current state ogling is your default.
“Yeah yeah sounds good..” John just assumed since you’ve been trailing off all night you were just fine, but when he finally works up the courage to look over at you; he finds you dead asleep. So much so that you’ve started to lightly huff and puff almost like you’re having a dream. Once John pulled into the driveway, without missing a beat he slid out his truck and came to carry you out. Carrying you inside just like his wife to be, he lays you down in his bed, only bothering to slip your shoes off.
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