Requested: Nope

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None other than there is alcohol

Notes: Don't forget that you can request! Also I love Warren with all my heart!

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It was almost midnight, pretty much all the occupants of Charles Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters were asleep, however, you were wide awake doing research for your Art History corse. Old books and loose bits of paper scattered your bed. 

As you were taking notes on impressionist artist a knock could be heard at your door. Irritated that someone interrupted you, you got up and opened the door. Scott was on the other side of the door basically carrying Warren, who had a stupid grin on his face.

"Here." Scott said, lightly pushing Warren towards you. He stumbled and fell onto you, luckily you caught him.

"What on earth are you doing?" You asked, pushing Warren back to Scott. It wasn't that you didn't like Warren, you did, but you had no idea why Scott was giving him to you.

"We went out drinking and he's hammered. I've dealt with him for the past few hours, now it's your turn." He grinned pushing Warren into your room. Warren giggled slightly and stumbled around your room.

"You got him drunk you deal with him." You shot back, crossing your arms over your chest.

"No, besides he said he wanted to see you." Scott shrugged, the jogged off down the corridor giggling. You rolled your eyes.

"Dickhead." You muttered, closing your door and turning to face Warren. 

Warren was stood in the middle of your room looking around it in amazement, as if he had never seen it before, which he had. He was leaning heavily on your cupboard. Warren's hair was messy and dishevelled, his eyes bright and a lazy sort of smile was plastered on his lips.

"What am I going to do with you?" You sighed, Warren looked over at you as if only just noticing that you were standing there.

"Hello." He said in a sing song voice, giggling slightly and stumbling as he tried to walk over to you.

You laughed slightly as you caught him, his arms wrapping around your waist, his head leaning on your shoulder and putting a lot of his weight on you. You managed to get him to sit at the end of your bed. You moved to step back but Warren pulled you towards him.

"Where are you going?" He said slurring his words and resting his forehead against your stomach. You laughed softly and ran your fingers through his hair, "I like it when you do that." He hummed.

"I'm just going to move my books off my bed so that you can get some sleep." You grinned, pulling away from him, causing him to whine, and moving the books and scrap paper from your bed to your desk.

"I don't wanna sleep." Warren said, turning his head to face you. You raised an eyebrow as you moved the last couple of books from your bed.

"Then what do you want to do?" You asked, walking back over to him.

"I don't know, but something." He said, furrowing his eyebrows to try and think of something. 

"Well that's specific." You laughed, Warren rolled his eyes then grinned up at you.   

"Lets have a drink." He grinned, mischief glinting in his blue eyes, just as you were about to interject. Warren flapped his wings and clumsily flew over to your desk where he knew you kept a bottle of vodka.

"Warren, don't you think you've had enough to drink?" You sighed, but you couldn't wipe the smile off your face.

"I have, but you haven't." Warren giggled and shook the bottle in front of you, his wings opening and closing slightly.

"Warren, as much as I would like to drink, I've got to look after your drunken arse." You chuckled, Warren rolled his beautiful eyes.

"I can look after myself." He said, stumbling slightly as he spoke. You laughed.

"Sure." You mused, amusement filling your voice.

"You are changing the subject." He said accusingly pointing a finger at you, "Anyway, I'll stand here all night making this noice until you take a drink." He said then made a loud high pitched noice.

"Warren-" You started but you were cut off by Warren's noise.

You stared at him as he continued to make the noise, thinking he would stop. Sadly, he didn't, "Fine! Fine, I'll have a drink." You said, smiling and shaking your head.

Warren let out a loud 'whoop' and flew a couple of inches off the ground, handing you the bottle of vodka. Opening it you took a drink. It burned your throat slightly as you drank. After a couple of seconds of gulping down the spirit you removed the bottle from your lips.

"There happy now?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. Warren nodded rapidly and flung his arms around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

"Very, we can be drunk together!" He cheered causing you to laugh.

"Why is it that whenever you're drunk you get very cuddly?" You asked, wrapping your arms around Warren.

"I like your hugs. You give them good." He giggled. Warren was never usually this hugy, normally you would have to catch him by surprise in order to hug him. But the weird thing was, that whenever you hugged him he wouldn't protest too much. But if anyone else tried to hug him he would probably kill them.

"Okay now that you have successfully got me drunk, what do you want to do?" You asked, pulling away but Warren refused to let go of you.

Warren let go and walked over to your record player and looked through your records, he pulled one out and started to play it, 'Your Mama Don't Dance' by Poison started to play.

"We dance." He grinned.

The pair of you started to drunkenly dance to the music, you taking a couple more swigs from the bottle and Warren clumsily bumping into everything and giggling about it after. Warren would twirl you around and you would do the same to him, laughing all the while. Once the music stopped Warren yawned.

"Someones tired." You grinned putting the record away and turning off the record player. Warren gave you an innocent, sleepy smile as he yawned again and rubbed his eyes. He flopped onto your bed and made grabbing motions with his hands towards you, like a baby.

"Come cuddle with me." He smiled at you, you smiled back and crawled into bed next to him.

Warren wrapped his arms around your waist, you nuzzled your head into his chest and tangled your legs together, drawing shapes onto his chest with your fingers.

"I really, really like you." He mused smiling down at you, moving so that you were facing each other.

"I really, really like you too." You grinned up at him.

"No you don't understand. I like you in a not friends way, I like you in a romantic styles way." He said, meeting your gaze. You grinned.

"I like you too, in romantic styles." You laughed, Warren grinned widely. He leaned forwards and captured your lips with his. You kissed back, tasting the alcohol that he had drank earlier. The kiss lasted a couple of seconds before you pulled away, causing Warren to whine.

"You're being serious, right? It's not just the alcohol?" You asked not meeting his gaze. Warren lifted your chin so that you were looking at him.

"I've never been more serious in my life." He said, a small smile on his face as he kissed you again. He pulled away and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Now, let's get some sleep." He added, you nodded.

As you fell asleep, Warren wrapped his wings around the two of you so that you two were just in your own little world, running off together towards the temptress, sleep.