Drabble prompt: "Who's gonna take you home tonight?"
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You wobble on your heels, giggling to the concerned bartender that you simply stood up to fast as you wave him off. Though maybe being a regular isn't in your favor, because the look Frank gives you makes you nervous.
"Who's gonna take you home tonight?" Frank asks, eyes never leaving yours as he pours a jack and coke for the man beside you.
Suddenly there's a presence at your back, and you don't need to turn around to know they're not pleased with you. "I am." Curtis growls, hands resting on your upper nods. Frank nods in satisfaction as Curtis turns you around, walking you to the door. "I thought I told you not to go alone?
You sigh, leaning against your boyfriend's chest as you arrive to his truck. "In my defense, I was with a friend after her breakup. She's only been gone... five minutes?"
Curtis huffs out a small laugh. "You drank her sorrows away with her, didn't you?"
"I didn't want her to feel alone." You blush, shyly peeking up at him.
He hums, pressing a kiss to your temple. "That's one of the things I love about you." He opens the truck door. "Come on. Let's get you home to prepare for the hangover you're about to get."