#punnypuck

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having more vodka.” Meg said, half-heartedly as Emilia took another swig from a long, clear bottle.

“Hey, it’s not like I just woke up. We’ve been at this for hours now.” Emilia replied, resting her head against Meg’s shoulder as she let the vodka burn down her throat.

“You’re lucky you’re off today, otherwise you would be stumbling around the gardening section telling everyone to buy flowers.”

“Hey, I will have you know we have the best Peonies in town. Orchard can suck it.” Meg chuckled at the sentiment, and threw her arm around Emilia, pulling her stool closer.

After about a minute, Emilia began to slip off onto the counter, and Meg had to grab her bottle and set it to the side. “Okay, time for bed.” Emilia reached her arms up and laced them together behind Meg’s neck as the taller girl picked her up and carried her bridal style to bed. After tucking her in, Meg couldn’t help but smile at the hot mess that was her girlfriend in her bed. In a manner of seconds she had untucked the sheets and twisted them around her like a cocoon. “Only you would stay up all night just to fall asleep at six in the morning.”