#drinking mention

Stupid fucking kitty

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@zukkaweek 2025 Day 3: clown to clown communication

It was yet another Friday night, the city bustling with activity as the citizens either returned home from work or left to party, just like you guys.

It was nothing new. As soon as Friday or a holiday break rolled up, your boyfriend, Sebastian, would drag you out of the apartment to have a mini date or a party with friends. The mere thought of leaving the comfort of your apartment after a long college week tired you out at times, and he respected your decision if you refused to go out, but you accepted today.

Sebastian had invited you to come with him to a party with his friends, mostly people from his band who you knew well already. He said the party was to celebrate having passed this semester's exams, though you knew it was just an excuse for them to get drunk. Not that you minded, even if you yourself didn't drink much or at all.

As soon as you two arrived to his friend's apartment, you were met with familiar and friendly faces, inviting you both in cheerfully. There were some people there already, sat on the sofa of the living room and chatting, alcohol and snacks laid out on the coffee table in front of them.

Once everyone finished greeting you both, Sebastian pulled you by the hand towards the sofa, playfully pushing one of his friends to the side to make space on the couch. He pulled you down onto the sofa with him as he sat down, getting you extra close to his side while he turned to his friends, an arm around you the whole time.

It didn't take him long to reach for a beer and start drinking as he laughed with his friends, making sure you were included in the conversation. His friends drank happily too, some offering you drinks while you refused, Sebastian quickly telling them off for doing so. "How many times do I gotta say it, they don't drink. Geez."

You found it funny, giggling every time, and he'd chuckle too in response.

As the night went on, you could see the effects of alcohol slowly take effect on everyone, only caring about how Sebastian was holding up though. His face was taking on a redder tone, his smile growing with each sip he took, becoming more giggly as time passed. It didn't take much for him to become drunk, so you always kept an eye on him so he wouldn't overdo it.

Eventually, there was no space on the sofa for everyone, Sebastian having had to pull you onto his lap so everyone could fit. You were fine with that, his arms gently wrapped around your waist to hold you close while you kept up with the conversation. By this point, Sebastian was quite drunk, simply staring at his friends as they spoke without saying a word himself for the most part.

He still tried to reach for another beer, unsure of how many he had taken already, having lost the count. You quickly stopped him though, gently grabbing his wrist and moving it so he'd put the can back on the coffee table. He complied but let out a quiet groan, gazing into your eyes with puppy eyes as he rested his head on your shoulder.

"Enough." You quietly muttered to him as you reached your hand up to gently caress his cheek, Sebastian letting out a soft sigh at the touch, his eyes closing as he lightly rubbed his face against you. He definitely was drunk.

He became so needy when drunk, his hold on you becoming stronger, and the actions of affection that were sparce becoming more common. It was endearing really. Every time it was as if he forgot he came here to drink with friends, paying more attention to you than anyone else as the alcohol did it's thing in his system.

His eyes would be on you as you talked with the others, letting out soft hums against your shoulder as if calling for your attention, becoming a bit more touchy as he held you in his arms.

It was clear the alcohol was taking full effect on Sebastian as his eyes started to close, his chest pressing against your back as he rested on you and got more comfortable. Well, it was time to leave.

"Sebas." You gently rubbed his cheek to get him to open his eyes. "Sebastian, love." You became more insistent until he raised his head. "Let's head home, get some rest, hm?" He lazily nodded, watching as you stood up from his lap and said your goodbyes to everyone in the party, Sebastian sloppily waving his hand at them.

He stood up from the sofa with some difficulty, quickly reaching for his hand to guide him out of the apartment. He followed without complaints, a dumb wide smile on his face.

The cold, fresh air of the night was much needed after sitting in that apartment for hours, surrounded by the smell of alcohol and cigarettes for so long. You got a tighter hold on Sebastian's hand to make sure he would stay close in your way home, quickly being met with a closer hold as he reached for your arm and leaned on it. He was clearly tired and done for the night too.

You slowly walked through the now mostly empty streets, save from the few people returning home from night outs just like you both.

"Hmmm..." Sebastian softly hummed. "You feel so warm..." He mumbled, making you giggle. "Yeah?" You replied softly, Sebastian giving you a nod. Gosh, he was adorable.

You two eventually reached the door to you guys' apartment complex, stopping right in front of it as you searched for the keys in your pocket. "Te quiero. Mucho..." He murmured to you as you opened the door.

You couldn't help but smile, pushing the door open with your free arm and gently pushing him forward. You guided him upstairs carefully, making sure he watched his step as you pulled on his hand.

Once you got into your shared apartment, you let out a deep breath, quickly discarding of your jacket and shoes. He copied you, albeit more sluggishly, not bothering to properly put his things away.

You didn't have to guide him to the bedroom, Sebastian taking your hand to get you to follow him there. Once in the room, you watched as he threw himself onto the bed without a care, ready to pass out and not wake up until late in the day.

"Not yet." You patted his leg to get his attention, earning a groan from him. "Come on, you gotta change your clothes." You said as you stepped back, moving away to do just that yourself.

You kept an eye on him while you changed into a pair of pajamas, watching as he barely managed to take his shirt off before throwing it to the ground and flopping back down. You sighed at the sight, finishing up and approaching the bed again. "Come on you idiot. You're not gonna be sleeping with jeans on, are you?"

He groaned once more, finding it hard to keep his eyes open. "I'm tired..." He mumbled, in case it wasn't obvious. You shook your head, quickly bending doing and undoing his belt, throwing it to the side and pulling his jeans down and off.

"There, now pajamas." He shook his head. "Come on." He continued to refuse to your dismay, though you couldn't be annoyed at him, finding how he was acting cute. "You'll get cold." You murmured as you got closer to him.

To your surprise, he stretched his arms out rather quickly for the state he was in, wrapping them around you and pulling you down onto the bed with him. "You can keep me warm..." He mumbled, rubbing his face against yours.

Groaning quietly, you accepted the fact that you wouldn't be able to get him to put pajamas on, fully laying down on the bed with him and letting him pull you closer. He quickly searched for more of your warmth, burying his face in your shoulder and holding you tightly.

"Buenas noches, cari..." He couldn't even finish the sentence, struggling to fight off the sleepiness induced by the alcohol. It made you smile though, quickly grabbing a blanket and drapping it over both of your bodies. "Good night, love." You whispered back, unsure if he was still awake to hear you. "Hopefully you don't regret this night out in the morning..." You muttered more so to yourself with a giggle, knowing he'd wake up with a killer headache.

my gut is saying emmet. emmet drinks socially and is the type of drunk to get loose and happy until he blacks out lol