Imagine Patsy Stone taking care of you when you’re drunk.
It was no secret that Patsy held her liquor better than you, better than anyone really. So, when you tottered out of the bar, hardly able to keep yourself upright, it fell to her to watch over you. She wasn’t much of a caretaker, being an enabler was much more her style, but when it came to you she had somewhat of a protective instinct and if that meant seeing you get home safe, then that’s what she was going to do.
Luckily you weren’t too far from home, so she just had to make sure you got there on your own two feet. You leaned on her pretty heavily, but between the two of you, you got to your destination. Patsy had to swipe your key from you to get it in the lock, but once you were inside things became a lot easier.
You hobbled to the sofa and flopped down on it, wishing for sleep to overtake you. Patsy sighed and stayed long enough to put a blanket over you and made sure you were laying on your side, even placing a pillow behind you to keep you from turning over. With one final stretch from you, your eyes now closed, Patsy prepared to leave, but something stopped her. She looked at you and bent over to place a kiss on your head. She didn’t know why she did it, but it just felt right. The last thing she saw as she paused at your door before she left was the little smile on your face as you drifted off to sleep.
For anon
