Junior

Slash had stopped drinking and smoking a couple of years ago. He had changed his ways of living compared to his wild past. He wasn't craving it, or really missing the feeling. He felt happier and was able to live more in the moment, and actually remember the previous night. Luckily he had also met you. You were quite a lot younger than him, but that wasn't a problem for any of you. He enjoyed your spirit that kept him going, and you loved how experienced at life he was and how he much he cared for you. 

You didn't really drink often since you’d much rather share a quiet night with him at home. But today you had been out celebrating one of your friend’s engagement. It had started at her house with some dinner and wine, but as the night had went on you ended out in the city. First you've been at a fancy nightclub with a big ass dance floor and every possible drink in the bar.

Getting drinks was no problem for you either. You had bought the first one or two yourself, and the rest you managed to get from men who thought they had a chance. They didn’t, but you loved a free drink. If they only knew who you had at home.

Later that night, you and some of your friends had stumbled into a bar not far from the club. It was more quiet and low key. You definitely felt the alcohol by now, you were far drunk. You were sitting in a booth with two of your friends who each had found a guy to smooch with. That was way too boring for you, so you stumbled out of the booth and towards the bar, in hopes of scoring another drink. 

As you reached the counter of the bar, your shoulder gently bumped into another guy whose back was facing you.

“Sorry…” You mumbled as you stabilized yourself. The longhaired blonde turned around and you were hit with a familiar face.

“Duffyyy…” You exclaimed with a stupidly drunk smile on your lips.

“Woah there- ” He chuckled as you jumped into a hug.

“What are you doing here? Its so funny to see you here.” You said in a happily slurred voice.

“Well, I could ask you the same partygirl. I was just meeting up with an old friend, but you seem to have one heck of a night?” He said with an impressed but surprised expression.

“Yeah well, I was actually out celebrating my friend's engagement, but I’m pretty sure she went home? Now we're here, or some of us are, but they're literally just sitting in the corner, smooching with some guys they found. They're so boring.” You began rambling on in a drunk slurred voice. Duff observed you with a fond amusement.

“Anyways… Are you gonna buy me a drink?” You tried to wheedle him with that extremely carefree and drunk demeanor.

“I don't think you need another one of those Sweetheart.” He said calmly as he watched how you tried to persuade him into buying you another drink.

“Aw, pretty please.. I think one more will do.” You giggled softly.

“How many have you had? Because I'm guessing it's way over your limit already.” 

“I don't have a limit… What do you know about limits anyways?” You slurred as you tried to make a point.

He chuckled at your hit at him. “Fair enough.” He put his hands up in surrender. “But I don't think you should drink anymore. Speaking from experience.”

You shook your head with that big drunken smile.

“You want a ride home?” He asked you, knowing that you needed to be stopped for the night.

“Now? No. I'm not going home. I haven't even started yet.” You slurred a bit as you protested him.

Duff raised an eyebrow and shook his head as you protested. "You've started enough.. C'mon, you're drunk."

He laid his hand on your shoulder and began leading you towards the exit of the bar. He knew how stubborn you could be, but he wasn't letting you have another drink.

“Oh you’re so not fuuuun… Why did I find such an old man, with such old and boooring friends…?” You moaned in a complaint as you followed his guidance out the bar. 

Duff couldn't help but chuckle a little at your drunk little complaints. He knew you didn't mean it, but hearing you whine like that amused him. He opened the passenger side door of his car and gestured for you to get in, shaking his head with a small smile.

"Yeah yeah, you'll thank me in the morning.. now get in, Princess."

He found it a bit amusing how you were grumbling about everyone tonight, like some kind of grumpy child who wasn't getting their way. It kinda reminded him of Axl back in the days.

You got into his passenger seat and fumbled with the seatbelt. Finally you got it and leaned backwards exhaustively. Duff got in behind the wheel and started the car. He chuckled, turning on a quiet classic rock station, something low. He glanced over at you as he pulled out of the parking spot, your messy hair and half-lidded eyes making him smirk. He knew you'd probably complain on the entire ride, but he was willing to put up with it

"You good?" He asked, voice low and amused.

You groaned dramatically, slumping against the window. "No… I wanna dance… not go to bed like a toddler…"

"You're a bit of a handful when you're drunk, you know that?." He teased softly.

“I am not. I’m very easy. Just buy me a drink and I’ll talk with you. How is that not easy?” You responded baffled, as you began questioning him.

Duff chuckled, shaking his head slightly at your logic. He couldn't help but find you endearing, even when you were drunk and a bit annoying.

"That's your definition of easy, huh?" He teased, his eyes flicking to you for a second before back on the road.

"What happened to Slash’s well behaved and sweet girlfriend? You're a bit feisty today." He teased without looking at you.

“I’m very well behaved… Slash would say the same…” You mumbled back.

“Hm.. Slashhh…” You mumbled, it rolled off your tongue like a lovesick teenager. You scrunched your nose as your lips curled into a smile as you thought of him.

Duff chuckled softly, glancing over at you again. Seeing how your expression softened and the affectionate look on your face when you said his name made him smile.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure he'd agree.." He chuckled and rolled his eyes lightly, amused at your affection for his close friend.

"You know, I still remember when you guys started dating? He came into band practice one day and kept going on and on about the pretty little thing he met.." He smirked and gave you a look before returning his focus back to the road.

“Me..?” You asked surprised. Pointing to yourself. 

Duff laughed softly and nodded. "Oh yeah. Couldn’t shut him up about you." He glanced over, grinning slightly.

"First time I ever saw him that nervous. Kept asking me if I thought he was ‘too old’ for you. Like I’d know. Now look at you two, living together. Kinda sweet, actually."

He shook his head, amused. "And yet here you are, drunk and whining about how boring us ‘old men’ are." He teased lightly.

“Aww…” You muttered at thought of him getting nervous about you.

“I really love him Duff… like… He really said that? He’s so sweet…” You mumbled all lovey-dovey, and totally drunk.

Duff chuckled warmly watching you get all mushy about Slash. "Yeah, he said that.. and a lot more."

He shook his head gently, finding it hilarious now how different you were compared to usual. This version of you was like a completely different person compared to your normal ‘sweet and quiet’ self.

"You know, he's gonna kill me when I drop you off like this.. you're so drunk." He teased yet again.

“Oh Duffy… He’s not gonna kill you… He’s so sweet… I’m gonna take care of him… Imma show him a real good nigh-” You began blabbing as Duff stopped you mid-sentence.

Duff burst out laughing as you began ‘blabbing’ at the thought of taking care of your boyfriend later. He quickly cut you off with a laugh. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold on there princess.."

He shook his head. He couldn't help but find your drunken ramblings and affection for Slash adorable, despite how explicit you suddenly were.

"You're way too drunk right now to be taking care of anyone. Especially him. You're probably gonna end up puking or something..”

“I’m not gonna puke. You know I actually don’t really have a gag-reflex-“ You were quickly stopped again. Apparently it wasn’t that kind of throwing up he meant… he just meant from the alcohol.

Duff snorted loudly, immediately cutting you off with a horrified laugh.

"Oh God- I didn’t need that information!" He scrubbed a hand over his face, shaking his head both amused and slightly traumatized.

"Listen, just... keep your drunk thoughts to yourself until you’re safely home and Slash can deal with them, alright?" He groaned, half-laughing. "I’m too old for this."

You giggled. You thought it was hilarious to say dirty things in his presence.

“What did I say wrong? I promise you I’m not gonna puke, trust me I’ve done it many ti-” Again you didn’t get to finish your sentence.

Duff groaned dramatically, pressing a hand over your mouth, lightly to stop you mid-sentence. He looked equal parts horrified and exasperated, but still amused.

"Nope! NOPE. Absolutely not, that’s enough drunk oversharing from you for one night." He sighed, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away, giving you a stern look.

"Just… sit there quietly and think about Slash silently. No talking. No ‘demonstrations.’ Just… behave until we get home." He chuckled under his breath, muttering, "I swear, you're worse than Axl ever was."

You tried to contain your laughter. Your face was flushed. Your lips curled into a giggling smirk. “You’re acting like you didn’t know already.” You said in a lower voice.

Duff shot you a warning look, trying to maintain a hint of seriousness, but it was difficult. You looked so pleased with yourself, and he wasn't used to this sassy side of you.

"Yeah, well. Knowing and hearing are two very different things.. trust me." He sighed, half-laughing. He shook his head in mock disapproval.

Although he tried to act annoyed, he couldn’t hide a subtle smirk. It was hard not to find your boldness amusing. "You're a lot more mouthy when you're drunk, you know that? I kinda miss your usual sweet and quiet self."

“I’m still sweet. And it was you who decided to drive me home. So I don’t see how you also get to complain about me.” You slurred at him.

“As if you didn’t do the same when you were my age. Oh wait! You were so much worse Mr. McKagan. So don’t come here and-“ You began drunkly rambling at him.

Duff couldn’t help but burst out laughing at your drunk lecture. You were right, he had certainly had his fair share of partying days when he was your age. Hell, back then, he and the others were downright reckless.

"Okay, okay, point taken." He held his hands up in mock surrender, still chuckling.

"You got me. I was wild back in the day, guilty as charged. But hey, I've got a few more years of wisdom now." He smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow. "You, on the other hand..."

“I’m fine! I’m so fine!… hah.. ‘so fine’” You looked over at him with a drunk chuckle. “Get it?”

Duff couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at your tipsy reference to the song. "Yeah, yeah, very clever. You get a gold star for that one." He responded sarcastically, shaking his head affectionately.

He couldn’t help but find it amusing how you turned into a completely different person when you were drunk. Normally so sweet and reserved, with just a little alcohol in your system, you turned bold and cheeky - the complete opposite.

“Mhm I really love that one. I would always play it when I was driving at night…” You muttered happily before you suddenly broke out in song.

“How could she look so fine?

I've been taken for a fool! 

So many times. 

Heyyyy… 

Story of a man. 

Works as hard as he can

Just to be a man who stands on his own..” You began singing your heart out in a slurred drunken voice.

Duff listened to your drunken performance of the song, a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face. He found it hilarious and endearing all at once. The way you were drunkenly singing your heart out in his car was downright hilarious.

"Okay, okay, take it easy there, rock star." He chuckled, shaking his head as he kept his eyes on the road. He couldn't help but find it adorable how passionately you sang despite being so drunk. It was like you had a different personality when the alcohol kicked in.

Duff finally pulled into the driveway of your and Slash’s house. He put the car in park and turned off the engine, exhaling dramatically as he glanced over at you. You were still slumped in the passenger seat, still grinning like an idiot.

"Alright, here we are. Home sweet home." He smirked, gesturing toward the house. "Think you can walk, or do I gotta carry you inside?”

You giggled as he made you break out in song again. “I’m on my wayyy. I’m on my waaaay. Home sweeet hoooome..” You sang slurred as you fumbled your way out of the car.

Duff watched as you wobbled out of the car, shaking his head in amusement. He couldn't help but chuckle as he got out of his side and came around to help steady you. "Alright, you little drunk singer, take it easy."

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, supporting you as you stumbled up towards the house, still singing your little song in your slurred voice. He had an arm around you to hold you steady. As you reached the door he knocked on it and held you upright while you rested your head against his shoulder.

Slash was lying on the couch, mindlessly watching TV when he heard the knock on the door. He got up curiously, wondering who on earth would be knocking at this time. His expression quickly changed from slight confusion to concern when he saw you all drunk and clingy, standing there with Duff's arm around your waist for support. "What the hell..."

He looked up at Duff, who sighed and chuckled slightly at Slash's reaction.

“Heyyy babyyy…” You slurred in a giggle. “Look who I found!” You exclaimed happily and looked at Duff.

Slash sighed, shaking his head slightly at your drunken excitement, though he couldn’t suppress the small smirk tugging at his lips. He glanced at Duff, who just shrugged, still holding you upright.

"Yeah, I see who you found…" Slash muttered, stepping forward to take you from Duff before you could stumble further. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you gently against him. Despite his exasperated tone, there was warmth in his expression, fondness even.

"Found her at the bar, already pretty hammered." Duff explained with a shrug. "Tried to talk her into going home earlier, but she insisted she 'hadn’t even started yet.'" He imitated your drunken voice, amused.

“I hadn’t! He wouldn’t even buy me a drink! And this man calls himself a gentleman.” You mumbled as you leaned into Slash’s arms.

Slash chuckled, tightening his grip on you as you slumped against him. He shot Duff a playful glare. "Oh, the horror." He teased sarcastically. "Not buying my drunk girlfriend another drink, how dare he."

Duff smirked, holding up his hands in mock innocence. "Hey, I was being responsible! Unlike some people in this room." He gave you a pointed look before turning back to Slash. "She’s all yours now. Good luck with that."

Slash sighed dramatically, shaking his head, but he was grinning.

"Yeah, thanks. Appreciate it." He said, then glanced down at you, amused. "C'mon, trouble. Let’s get you to bed."

You whined in protest, clinging to him.

"Nooo… I wanna keep talking…" You slurred, burying your face in his shoulder. Slash just laughed, holding you closer. "Yeah, yeah, we’ll talk when you’re not slurring every other word."

Duff snorted, already heading back toward the door. "Good luck, man. She was real chatty on the ride home."

"Great. Can’t wait."

But despite his complaints, he was smiling, because even drunk and ridiculous, he adored you.

“Goodbyeee Duffyyy..” You giggled as Duff sat in his car and Slash closed the front door.

Slash chuckled, leaning his back against the closed door and shaking his head at your drunken farewell to Duff. 

"You're something else, you know that?" He muttered, trying and failing to suppress the fond smile on his face. Despite your drunk ridiculousness, you were adorable and he couldn't stay annoyed. He glanced down at you, arms still wrapped around you.

"So… how much have you had to drink tonight?"

“Not that much…  I’m not even drunk, I can barely feel it..” You giggled drunkenly.

Slash arched an eyebrow, unimpressed but amused, as you giggled and wobbled against him. "Oh yeah? Barely feel it, huh?" He smirked, gently poking your forehead. "Then explain why you’re swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane."

You blinked, then dramatically leaned into his chest with another giggle. "'Cause you're sooo tall... and handsome... and I love you..." You slurred, nuzzling into him like a clingy cat.

Slash exhaled, shaking his head but he couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face. "Alright, that’s it. Bedtime for you."

"Slashhhh..." You whined, draping your arms around his neck. "I’m not sleepy... I wanna stay up... and talk..." You pouted dramatically

Slash chuckled, unable to resist your drunken pout. You could be so damn cute, even when totally wasted. "Yeah, and I'm sure you'd have a very insightful conversation in this state." He replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

But despite his mocking tone, his expression remained soft. He gently pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering at your cheek.

“I think so too! So just come and sit with meee…” You untangled your arms from him and grabbed his arm and dragged him to the couch.

Slash rolled his eyes but let you drag him towards the couch, it was useless trying to resist when you were in this state anyways. With a sigh, he settled down beside you on the couch, shaking his head bemusedly.

"Alright, alright. We’re sitting. Happy?" He smirked, draping an arm along the back of the couch behind you.

“Mhmm.. isn’t this nice..?” You mumbled in a chuckle. You wiggled yourself out of his grasp and straddled his lap instead. You rested your forehead against his shoulder and giggled.

Slash chuckled when you abruptly rearranged yourself onto his lap, his hands instinctively moving to your hips to steady you. You were so tipsy and clingy, it was both adorable and hilarious.

"Oh yeah, absolutely. Total bliss." He teased, his thumbs gently tracing small circles on your hips as he smirked. "Nothing I love more than having my drunk girlfriend clinging onto me like a koala bear."

“Thought so…” You giggled.

You took a deep drag of his scent into his neck. “Mmmmh you’re just so big and warm and comfy and…. mmm” You hummed as you dragged your hands up his neck and buried them in his hair.

Slash couldn't help but smile, finding your drunken affection endearing. He allowed you to bury your hands in his hair, his own hands still on your hips, keeping you balanced on his lap.

"Y’know, you're awfully clingy when you're drunk." He joked, his hands remained steady on your hips, keeping you steady as you perched on his lap. When you started playing with his hair, he let out a low sigh of content, leaning his head back into your touch.

You giggled as you gently nipped his neck with small kisses and bites.

“I can’t help it… not when you are here..” You slurred. You were so drunk at the moment. Everything was funny and your cheeks were totally blushed. You were extremely clingy and you wanted to do everything with him right now, but he wouldn’t take advantage of you in this state. He knew better.

Slash chuckled at your drunken honesty, shivering slightly as you nipped his neck. You were all flushed and playful, completely uninhibited by your drunken state.

"Well, I'm flattered." He smirked, raising an eyebrow. His thumbs continued their gentle rhythm on your hips, though he refused to let his hands wander, no matter how clingy you were being. He had a bit more self-restraint than you right now.

"But you know you're not getting anything out of me tonight in this state, right?" He teased, knowing exactly where your drunken mind was heading

You pulled away from his neck to look at him. “What-…” You muttered and pouted in disbelief.

Slash chuckled, raising an amused brow at your pout. You were so clearly disappointed in his words, and he found it adorable.

"You heard me. No funny business tonight, princess." He smirked, his hands still firm on your hips. "You're way too wasted for any of that." He gently poked your nose, teasing you.

“Sla-Ash… you’re no fun!” You pouted again. “I told Duff I would be taking care of you… I even told him how rarely I get a gag-reflex-…” You began pressing on until he stopped you.

Slash's eyes widened slightly before he quickly covered your mouth with his hand, a mix of amusement and horror on his face. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop right there." He muttered, his expression now a mix of embarrassment and amusement. He couldn't believe you had shared that information with Duff.

"You're in no position to be 'taking care of' anyone when you can barely walk straight.” He chuckled despite his shock, shaking his head as he kept his hand over your lips. "Did you really tell Duff that? God, no wonder he looked so traumatized when he dropped you off."

You giggled with his hand covering your mouth. You kissed his palm before gently tucking his hand down with your fingers.

“I’m in a really good position actually.” You tried to convince him that you were in great condition to take care of him.

“He said I was gonna end up puking if I took care of you tonight. Therefore I had to explain that I don’t get the gag and I wasn’t gonna puke when I was gonna-…” Again you were stopped. Why did these people keep cutting you off?

"Oh my god… you're unbelievable." He muttered, a mix of embarrassment and amusement etched on his face. He could just imagine how shocked and horrified Duff must have been when you told him that.

"You have no filter when you're drunk, you know that?" He said, his hand still firm on your mouth. "You're a damn over-sharer."

“I’m not over-sharing. I’m just telling the truth?” You claimed. “Let me show it to you if you don’t believe me then.” You mumbled as you began fiddling with his belt.

His eyes widened in surprise as you quickly went for his belt, a mix of shock and arousal flooding through him. He quickly grabbed your wrists, stopping you from fiddling with his pants.

"Whoa, whoa… easy there." He muttered, holding your wrists in his hands as you were still straddling his lap. He chuckled, somewhat amused by your drunk determination. "You're not showing me anything right now, babe. You're absolutely wasted."

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Ughh why does that matter? I just want youuu.... and your dick… why aren’t you being so stubborn?!” You complained in a slurred and displeased voice as you groaned into his shoulder.

Slash chuckled at your blunt, drunk frustration. Your groaning and pouting were downright hilarious. He kissed the top of your head affectionately before speaking in a teasing tone. "Because I like you conscious when we do stuff, sweetheart." He smirked, his voice low but firm. "You won’t even remember this tomorrow.. it's not fair to take advantage of drunk-you like that." He stroked your hair gently.

"So stop whining like a kid who didn't get candy."

“But you’re not letting me get my candy!” You pouted as you referred to him being your candy.

Slash chuckled at your ridiculous words. He ran his thumb over your pouty bottom lip playfully, shaking his head. "Oh my god… you're such a brat when you're drunk." He kissed the pout right off your lips, quick and light, more of a peck than anything romantic.

"That's all the 'candy' you're getting tonight. Now c'mon…" He shifted slightly beneath you. "Let’s get you to bed before I actually cave in."

“That’s not fair… You used to do everything drunk! Now you’re just old and sober and booooring-” You slurred in a mumble, as he suddenly lifted you up in his arms.

Slash scoffed dramatically at your "old and boring" comment, pretending to be offended as he effortlessly lifted you up in his arms, bridal style.

"Wow. Rude." He muttered, but there was no real anger, just amusement. He started carrying you down the hall toward the bedroom. "And yeah, I used to do stupid drunk shit… until I realized it was dumb as hell." He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot.

He walked over to bed and gently dumped you onto it like a sack of potatoes, not rough, but not gentle either. Just enough to get across that he wasn't playing around anymore.You let out a heavy breath as you hit the mattress.

“I don’t think it’s dumb. I think it’s very romantic to give a girl what she wants.” You crawled towards him clumsily as he stood by the side of the bed.

Slash watched you clumsily crawl toward him, his expression softening. You were such a mess, drunk and stubborn, but he couldn't stay mad. He sighed, shaking his head as he braced a knee on the bed to stop your advance.

"Romantic? Babe… this isn’t romance." He gently pushed you back down onto the pillows. "This is me taking care of my drunk girlfriend so she doesn’t do something stupid."

Then, because he knew how clingy you got when tipsy, Slash leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to your forehead, pure but affectionate.

You rolled out of the bed on the other side and groaned loudly and displeased. You stumbled to the en-suite bathroom.

Slash sighed, as he watched you dramatically flop off the bed and stumble toward the bathroom. He knew that groan, you were pissed at him for not giving in to your drunk demands. He waited a second to see if you’d be okay… then got up quietly and followed after you. When he peeked into the bathroom doorway, he saw you swaying slightly in front of the sink.

"You good?" He asked softly, not mocking anymore, just checking on his drunk girlfriend who was clearly having a hard time standing straight.

You held onto the sink as you looked in the bathroom mirror. Okay, maybe you were a little drunk… You decided to brush your teeth and began fiddling with the toothbrush.You turned around a bit unsteady. Looked at him and silently just gave him the finger as you turned back around and began brushing your teeth.

Slash blinked at the middle finger you silently flipped him and then snorted. Oh, wow. You were really mad. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching as you wobbled while brushing your teeth. The toothpaste foam was everywhere, on your cheeks, on the brush and yet here you were… still somehow noncompliant in your drunk sulkiness.

A part of him wanted to laugh. A bigger part just found it stupidly endearing how pouty and stubborn you got when tipsy. "Real mature." He teased under his breath but he didn’t say anything else yet… just observed.

You chose to ignore him on purpose. Sat the toothbrush down. Took a glass of water and stumbled back to the bedroom. You went straight to your shared closet to find something to sleep in. Right now you just needed to get out of these party clothes.

Slash trailed behind you, still amused by your silent treatment. He watched as you rummaged through the closet for sleepwear. Your movements were slow and uncoordinated from the alcohol.

You yanked out one of his oversized band tees, the soft, well-worn black one with a faded Guns N' Roses logo on it, and held it up like a victory trophy before starting to struggle with your party dress zipper.

Slash sighed, then walked over without saying anything. Gently took the shirt from your hands and turned you around to help undo that stubborn zipper himself. You didn’t have the energy to fight against him, so you let him zip your dress down. As it hit the floor you turned around to face him. Reaching for the t-shirt in his hand.

“Ah-ah.” He said as he pulled the shirt out of your reach. “Ask nicely. I'm not gonna sleep with you if you continue that attitude.” He said with that stupid disciplinary smirk. 

You tried grabbing the shirt, but he just pulled it further away from you. “Hey. Didn't you hear what I just said?”

“I'm just gonna sleep without it then. I don't need your stupid shirt anyways.” You protested as you went around him and stumbled towards the bed.

“Then I suppose you're gonna sleep without me as well.” He turned towards you and crossed his arms.

That made you look up at him again. “What? No. I'm not gonna sleep without you.” You scowled.

“I just told you, if you don't drop the attitude I'm gonna sleep in the guest room.” He explained in a fairly calm voice.

“Sla-Ash!” You exclaimed frustrated, as you plumped down on the bed. “Im sorry. I'm sorry! I promise to be good. I will do my absolute best!” You muttered desperately.

He just stood and looked at you with an exhausted smile. But for some reason he couldn't say no to you, especially not when you were in this state. He shook his head defeatedly with a smile and walked over to the bed. He sat down beside you, leaning against the headboard.

“Fine, you win. But.” He looked at you with a hint of seriousness. “No funny business tonight baby.”

You rolled your eyes at him before crawling into his lap. “All riiigth then. No funny business for the old man.” You giggled as you found a comfortable position.

He pulled the blanket up over your bare chest and made sure you were laying comfortably. Then slowly began stroking your hair gently. “You’re a mess baby.” He said in a soft low voice.

“No I'm not… You just don't know how to handle me…” You mumbled as your eyes slowly closed in his lap.

“Yeah.” He huffed. “Youre gonna have a killer hangover tomorrow.” He chuckled as he continued stroking your hair.

“Mmmm-” You groaned. “Then I probably have to stay in bed all day… with you.” You smiled as you snuggled closer into his touch.

He shook his head slightly as a small smile appeared on his lips. “Do I have a choice?”

“Mm-mm… I don't think you have… You better just stay right there…” You yawned softly. You felt your body nearly giving in to sleep.

“I guess I have to… Somebody is gonna need to take care of you.”

“I wouldn't want anyone else.. I looooove you so much..” You mumbled your last words of the night in a slurred voice.