Embrace + 7 or 38. Your choice. From Charles.
Send ‘Embrace’ + a number to give my muse a hug: Accepting
7… From the back & 38… As yours as drunk:
Richard was just about to shuffle about his pockets for his front door key when suddenly he felt two arms wrap around him from the back as Richard heard a quick, “Hulloooo there, Richie.”
“Charles?! Where have you been? I’ve been callin’ you for probably a hundred times,” grumbled Richard, as he did his best to wiggle out of the telepath’s grip, of course escape came to no avail.
“First of all you didn’t call me a hundred times. Second of all, guess where I’ve been?”
It didn’t take long for Richard to guess. As Charles rested his chin upon Richard’s shoulder, the Scotsman’s nose scrunched up. He smelled of nothing but booze. “Och. Yer’ drunk aren’t you?”
“Top marks. Aren’t you the clever thing, but you still haven’t guessed where I’ve been.”
“Let me give a stab in the dark here. The pub,” replied Richard, dryly.
“Bingo!! All ‘A’s for you,” cheered Charles, as he drunkenly began to shake Richard in his tight embrace. “Hey! Hey, hey, hey. What do you say we head back to the pub? You and me. I’ll pay of course.”
“Oho, no. No, no, no, no. Nooo way, Charles. You are headin’ straight the bed. You can take the couch tonight,” ordered Richard, as he quickly unlocked the door and gently lead Charles into his flat and towards the couch, in spite of the young man’s constant whining.
“Awww, c’mon, Richard. You’re no fun! Come on. Have a glass or two with me!”
“I think you’ve had enough, Charles. Last thing you want is to fry yer’ liver,” chuckled Richard as he managed to pry Charles off and slump him down onto his sofa.
“D’awww, Richard. You’re such a great friend, you know that? One of the best. The absolute best. The-...” Charles continued to mumble something incoherent before dozing off. The last thing Richard heard from him were nothing but sweet, sweet, snores.