#{finley}

This is a thing now I guess

I do! Might take me awhile to get to them but it's fun ^^

Let's... assume MC is over the legal drinking age wherever they are (UK or US). Though I suppose there isn't much point when this IF will feature underage drinking... whoops.

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"Get away from me! Where's Grey..."

"What are you blabbering on about? I'm right here!"

"Nyoo no... you're not *hick* you're not them... my partner *hick*."

"I'm literally your partner. H-hey stop shoving me!"

Grey steps out of the way of MC's hands despite the rather pathetic attempts at pushing them away, only to step back once their arms go slack.

"I'll admit your loyalty is sexy babe but it's also real fucking annoying right now." They grumble with no real bite and slight amusement despite their concern.

"Grey-ay-y." MC wails, crying out for them... past them up into the sky.

"I'm right here! Dumbass." Grey yells beneath their breath, lightly placing their hands on either side of MC's head to move it down.

They feel a strike of relief and adoration in their heart as MC's eyes focuses.

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"Get away from me! Where's Finley..."

"…What?"

"You *hick* heard me! Get *hick* lost… I already have a partner…"

Finley walks faster to try and step in front of MC’s staggered walking. All that earns is a shove that doesn’t move them anywhere.

"How much did you drink?" They frown, MC’s hands still lingering weakly against them.

Whatever MC says next is unintelligible to Finley, but when they slump forward into their chest a moment later, they catch them easily.

They sigh, rubbing MC’s back while eyes glance around; searching for the nearest cab.

"Finley…?"

"Yes?"

"It’s you…"

"Sure is... "

"…And I’m getting you home."

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"Get away from me! Where's Bem..."

"Did… did you say my name?"

"I *hick* I don’t know who you are *hick* g-go away… I have a partner…"

"Y-yeah?… me." Bem frowns trying to catch their arm to stop MC from staggering continuously on the road to nowhere.

They gasp when they’re shoved not because of force, but because MC turns around and their eyes are devoid of recognition.

Instinctively Bem finds their hands, clasping them in their own.

"Hey-hey-hey," they whisper-urge in rapid succession, squeezing gently with each one.

"It’s me, alright? I’m here…"

It takes awhile but slowly MC lifts their slumped head to see Bem’s familiar smile.

"I’m here…" they reassure once again with a firmer squeeze.

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