phil fluff werhrhhdghdhdhrr youre out somewhere with him but youre alil tired so u go over and sit in his lap and bury ur face in his neck philalajsjsjjanajejer
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A/n: I'm finding motivation to write today, I know they're not very long but they're here, uh, so I'm literally gonna fall off the face of the earth for a week
Warnings: Mentions of: drinking, smoking, drug use, otherwise just fluff, enjoy!
Phil was big on parties. He'd go out almost every night on tour after the concerts just to go drinking and drugging with buddies, the crew, audience members. Anyone willing to take him along.
You didn't often join in on all the fun, they often stayed up way later than you normally ever would, the stench of alcohol would get to you, not to mention the smell of weed lingering near constantly. Other drugs were worse, but less common.
The lights were bright, made your head spin more than it already was. The place was packed, hot in some places and freezing in others. people kept bumping into you and you couldn't see anyone you knew, you could barely see five feet in front of you.
A hand found your waist and you spun around, ready to throw hands before you saw it was just Dime. He smiled and leaned down so you could hear him. "You lookin' for Phil?" He asked, he was yelling but over the music it was still hard to hear, even right next to your ear.
"Yeah!" You yelled back, though he mostly noticed the nod.
He returned the nod and kept his arm around you while he led you to a booth where the whole band was. Phil was wasted, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.
"Hey! Where've you been?" He asked, reaching out with a shaky hand, patting you rather than pulling you closer.
"Looking for you." You grumbled. He made a confused look, not hearing you. You just shook your head and crawled onto his lap while Dime got in next to his girlfriend.
You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face into his neck. He didn't ask any questions, didn't really acknowledge you much after you got seated. He lazily wrapped his arms around you, only moving to drink or smoke, making sure to blow the smoke away from you.
Occasionally he'd kiss your head, into your head or wherever was closest. Even with his boisterous voice and cackling laughter, you didn't find it hard to relax into him, finding comfort in him.
