What would the roβs do for a mc that got drunk and told the roβs to get their hands off them because there in a relationship but their dating the ro sorry if this is not good English is not my first language
Roman has been chasing you around the gala for what feels like a lifetime. Every time he thinks he finally has you, you slip away, surprisingly nimble for how drunk you are. It's been a long night of rubbing elbows and pleading his cause with the rich and elite, and all he wants is to go home and fall in bed with you by his side, if only you would stop running.
"MC, please," he begs as he catches up to you. Your eyes are barely open and your arms are wrapped a marble pillar, hanging onto it like it's the only thing keeping you upright. Which, it probably is. He reaches out to gently grasp your elbow. "Let's go home."
"Hands off, rich boy!" You shake him off, the movement making you slide down the pillar somewhat. "I'm taken! Off the market! Comprendere?"
He raises an eyebrow at you, amused by your antics and uncaring of the scene you're probably causing. Half the attendees have left and the other half are just as drunk as you anyway. "What are you on about?"
"My boyfriend," you huff indignantly, your words slurred. "He's here somewhere. Go look! He's the handsomest of the bunch... can't miss 'im!"
A smile unfolds on his face and he feels his face getting warm at the compliment. He's well aware he's a good looking man, but it always feel special when he hears it from you. It's like he's hearing it for the first time every time.
You've made it halfway to the floor now and again he reaches for you. "Why don't I take you to him? I know he misses you." You don't try to fight him as he helps pull you to your feet. You mumble something he can't quite make out as you slump down onto him, your nose pressed into his neck. He blushes and hugs you close, making sure to keep a tight grip on you as he leads the way out. He doesn't want you to run again.
Nadia looks around the room, her eyes scanning over the faces of dozens of Agents in search of yours. When she suggested throwing a Christmas party, she didn't think this many off duty Agents would show, especially you even though she knows that's silly to think. Who can resist free food, drinks and gifts? And though you can't show off your relationship in public, she was glad to have you here and supporting her efforts.
Finally she finds you sitting by yourself in the corner, swaying to the music with an empty glass in your hand. From where she stands, she can already tell you're in too deep and need to be rescued. She excuses herself from the conversation she's in and quickly makes her way over.
"MC?" she says softly, hoping to not startle you. "Are you okay?"
"S'good," you reply as you raise your glass to your lips only to then look down at it in confusion when you find it empty. "Where'd it go?"
She snorts and gently pries the glass from you to place it on a nearby table. "I think you've had enough," she says as she takes your hand. "Let's get you home."
"No, I can't leave!" You shake your head vehemently and pull your hand from hers. "I can't go without Nadia."
She sighs. "MC, I'm Nadia."
"Listen, lady; you're very pretty but I need to find my girlfriend." You spin around, desperately looking for her in the sea of faces surrounding you.
"You're being ridiculous," she says as she tries for your hand again, only for you to pull away.
"Nadia!" You shout, cupping your hands around your mouth. "Has anyone seen Nadia?"
"Behind you," someone shouts back.
You whip around, your eyes focussing on her and a goofy smile breaks out on your face. "There you are!" You throw yourself at her and she barely has time to open her arms to you before she's fully embraced. "Thank god. Some woman tried to steal me. I was'so scared."
You snuggle into her and she gingerly hugs you back. She's not used to such public displays of affection and for a moment she allows herself to indulge before she pulls back. You pout at her and she offers a smile in return. "Let's get you home, yeah?"
"Okay!" You nod happily and she can't help but laugh as she takes your hand once more. This time you hold on tight, following her like a lost puppy as she leads you out.
You've had a lot to drink. Admittedly so has C.
As they slam back another shot, they look to you sitting next to them only to find you slumped over with your head against the bar top.
"MC," they say, blinking to keep you in focus as they shake you. "MC, we should g'home."
"Go away," you mumble as you try to push them away, although that proves difficult given you can't seem to lift your head and you can just barely lift your arm. "I'm not going home with you."
They frown, still shaking you but they're losing steam and slowly falling until they're draped on top of you. "Why not? Don't you love me, mi vida?"
"Lucky C." They heave a sigh. Why can't you love them the way they love you? Why does there have to be someone else? What does C have that they don't? C... wait. They shoot upward, startling you slightly. "I'm C!"
You blink at them, confused. "What?"
They grin and clap you on the back, causing you to groan softly. "This calls for celebratory shots. Bartender!" You slump forward again and they watch your head knock against the bar. "Okay, one shot and then we go home."
Ailbhe has been watching you all night. You're supposed to be undercover but given that your target never showed, you've made yourself at home at the bar, accepting drink after drink the second it appears in front of you. They don't make a habit of watching over Agents but for you, they can always make an exception.
When the bartender places yet another glass of whiskey in front of you, they decide you've had enough.
They come up to stand behind you just as you down the glass, resting their arm across your shoulders and making you jump.
"'M not interested," you slur before they even get the chance to speak, already gesturing to the bartender to pour you another.
"That's not what you said last night," they quip as they wave the bartender away. They take the empty glass from you and set it aside before turning you around face them. The barstool squeaks with the movement and soon you're blinking blurry eyes at them. "I'm taking you home."
"Nuh uh." You cross your arms over your chest like a petulant child. "My partner is a big, scary Agent and they'd kick your ass if they knew you were tryna take me home."
They roll their eyes but they can't help the amused smile that curls at their lips. "I'd like to see them to try," they tell you. "Now let's go."
Before you can protest further, they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder before making their way to the exit. You pound uselessly at their back but there's no strength behind any of your hits. "Help! I'm being stolen!"
A few of the people in the bar look your way but Ailbhe flashes the gun at their hip and they all very quickly go back to minding their own business. "Trust me, MC; you'll thank me later."
