#2moons 2

Honestly, Forth had no idea how he found himself in the situation that he was in. He had just been minding his own business and somehow he ended up locked in… well, he wasn’t even sure what room it was in. He kept trying the door but the handle wouldn’t turn and okay, maybe he was a little too drunk to be wandering around alone but he’d needed to find the bathroom. He’d found the bathroom - he wasn’t sure where he was at that moment, though. It definitely was not the bathroom. It seemed more like a coat closet, honestly.

Forth continued to try the door but it wouldn’t budge and then he found himself stumbling backward over something - he fell to the floor and just sort of sat there blinking up at the darkness, trying to figure out just how this had happened to him. It took him far too long to realize that he should probably try to find his phone. He pulled up his most used contact and initiated a call only to huff out a breath when Beam ignored it. Forth tried again and that time Beam answered the call. “Help I’m trapped,” Forth said as soon as the call connected.

“What?” He couldn’t see Beam’s face but he could easily picture the way that Beam’s face would be twisted up in confusion simply from the tone of his voice. It almost made Forth laugh.

Maybe he shouldn’t have had that last drink.

“I’m somewhere dark and I can’t open the door and I don’t know how I got here.” Forth was almost whining as he spoke - almost, but not quite.

“I thought you went to the bathroom.”

“I did!” Forth groaned and tipped his head back only to wince as it hit something. “Ouch.” He mumbled and rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. “I was heading back and then… I was here. I think I turned right? No left. It was left. I think.”

“Exactly how drunk are you?” Beam had known that Forth had been drinking a bit heavily that night but it wasn’t until hearing him on the phone like that that he realized exactly how drunk Forth had actually gotten.

“Dunno. Come find me and help me. I don’t want to be stuck here forever.”

“You won’t be stuck in there forever.”

“Ai’Beam!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Beam wasn’t exactly sure how he was supposed to find Forth. He didn’t know the house very well - their friend was throwing a party and there were a bunch of people everywhere. Beam made his way toward the bathroom first and made sure that Forth wasn’t actually in there before he started to wander a bit. There wasn’t anything to the left of the bathroom but to the right there were a few doors and a sudden loud noise behind one of them. It made Beam sigh heavily before he made his way over to the door and opened it.

There, lying on his back with his feet up in the air and leaning against the wall at the back of the long closet was Forth. Forth tipped his head back to see who was there and he smiled when he saw it was Beam. “You got the door open! How?” he said as he quickly attempted to get up and stand.

“How did you end up li- I turned the handle,” answered Beam, changing his mind mid question as he decided he didn’t want to know.

“I tried that and it didn’t turn!”

“Did you turn it the right way?”

“I…” Forth’s eyes narrowed as he thought about it and stepped over a pair of shoes that were in the floor. “Maybe.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“But you love me.” Beam just stood there with both his brows raised, but he didn’t move away as Forth moved forward and wrapped his arms around Beam’s shoulders. “Hi.”

“I should get you home.”

Forth nodded his head a couple of times. “Maybe that’s a good idea.”

“I’m never letting you drink again.”

“That’s also maybe a good idea.”

Beam just sighed as he turned to walk away. He let Forth continue to hang onto him and they made their way toward the exit so that they could actually head home. Beam stopped at the kitchen on the way, though, to get Forth a glass of water to drink as they headed out to the car. Forth thanked him and grabbed onto his arm while leaning against his side when they continued walking to the front door. Forth was ridiculous even when sober, but when he was drunk he was even more so. Beam would say that he hated it to anyone that would listen. Forth really was just an idiot.