Street Mess(Stephen James)
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Stephen is dragging your tired body through the streets, holding up your stumbling and very intoxicated self.
The street lights looked brighter and blurry as you leaned against him, glaring at the way the shone too bright. “Where are we going?” Your voice slurred.
“Home,” Stephen responded, pushing through the crowd of people out on holiday and enjoying the day off from work with too many shots of tequila. Stumbling crowds of drunk Santas and elves were all over the place.
“Why is Santa drunk?”
“You guys did shots together,” Stephen reminded, chuckling slightly.
“Babe,” you try to pull him back, your face pulling together.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t feel well.” “Fuck.” Stephen jumped back as you lurched over, emptying the contents of your stomach onto the street. He rushes to your side, pulling your hair back as you gag and go into another round of ‘what did I eat for lunch.’
“I feel better,” you shot back up with a smile on your face.
“Let’s get you home, okay?” Stephen side steps the vomit, forcing you to do the same as you had already forgotten about it and nearly walked right in.
“I want vodka.”
“No.”
“Beer?”
“No.”
“Margaritas?”
“Y/N, I will put you on timeout.” You pouted at him. “Don’t give me that look, let’s go the car is a block over,” he directs.
“Can we do something fun when we get home?”
“Y/N you just threw up in the middle of the street,” he said. “You’re a bit sick.”
“We can still have fun, we can have sick fun, fuck, ooh lets fuck.”
“If you can make it home without throwing up-”
“I don’t feel well.”
“Fuck.”