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A tight grip on your hair and a soft hand on your back keep you from falling head first into the toilet as you wretch out another fountain of your own vomit.

‘Oh baby,’ Seb whispers as he rubs circles on your back, interrupted by another gag from you.

You lift your head up, your view spinning and your body pulsing.

All tonight was meant to be was a little fun night out with your girlfriends, but when has that ever ended with just a drink or two?

You try your hardest to keep your head still as you slightly sway, ‘I only was gonna have one but then,’ you turn your head to the bowl to wretch again, afterwards wiping your mouth and turning back to Seb, ‘but then Lola started getting us shots and then I had prosecco and then I went to dance and did the fucking squat kick thing and knocked over like a million people and- stop laughing Seb.’

When your vision stopped being a complete blur, you saw Seb covering his mouth after a small snicker came from his smile.

‘Baby, I promise I’m not laughing at you.’

A pout takes over your face but before you know it, you’re back to your head over the bowl again as you continue the story of your night out, ‘and then Jess had to come pick me off the floor because I fell and I- no, I know you’re laughing, it’s not funny.’

His lips softly land on your head, a small kiss as he talks, ‘No, no of course not baby, it’s not funny and I’m not laughing, keep going.’