#drunky teddy

[naughty-teddy-innit]

Just a little Throwback to Drunky Dancy Teddy in Ghana....Pt 1 AKA Ed dropping it LOW.... 👀

(God I miss the Snapchat Days....)

[sippin-on-red-wine]

#98 - "Where are your pants?" LOL

“Shit!” you yelled out in your car, to no one in particular. You were stuck in dreary London traffic, already running late. Ed had said he was inviting some friends over for the big footie match earlier this afternoon, but you already had a few appointments scheduled that you really couldn’t miss. Ed & the gang seriously loved to day-drink and you were curious to see what kind of state they would be in by the time you got home.

Traffic finally starts to flow and you make it home, another thirty minutes later. Annoyed, tired, and in desperate need of a drink. You pull through the gate and park toward the back of the large driveway, leaving room for other cars to back out. Though no one here is likely to be sober enough to drive home anyway…

You push open the front door and the scene before you looks like something straight out of Jumanji. You were expecting a group of drunks, playing with swords or chainsmoking or something. But this? Looked like a straight up college frat party. Beer bottles, red plastic cups, takeaway cartons and pizza boxes litter every surface in sight. Loud music is thumping through the whole-house sound system. There are people everywhere - your living room, down the hallway, voices coming from the kitchen…. oy. You glance up at the wall clock; it’s only 3:30PM. Oh boy.

“Babe! You’re finally home!” It’s the voice you would recognize anywhere.

You look up, the sound of his voice seeming to have floated down the foyer to you. He’s coming down the front staircase, a big drunky shit-grin plastered across his face. 

You normally love to see this little grin on him, because it’s usually followed by a Gangsta Ed impression, or a bouncy white-boy dancing Ed, or just general tipsy silliness. The drunky shit-grin is always good for a laugh.

But you can’t help but notice what he’s wearing …. or lack thereof. He bounces down the steps, arms outstretched, delighted to see you. He’s wearing a checkered flannel in shades of blue - one of your faves. But below the belt, all you can see are his fitted black boxers, and tall black socks pulled halfway up his calves. No pants. His pale, fuzzy white legs prominently on display.

“Can I getcha drink, lovey?” he coos as he finishes the stairs and crosses the tile floor toward you.

“Can I getcha some pants, Teddy?” 

Original Prompts List Post HERE