“You're drunk.”

“Am not.”

James rolled his eyes.

“And the contents that were in the gin bottle just disappeared?”

Thomas nodded.

“Yep.” He said, popping the ‘p’.

Thomas was smiling ear to ear, cheeks rosy and eyes shining at his at his boyfriend. James sighed. Thomas rarely drank, but when he did, he was considered the ‘fun’ drunk. It was basically taking care of a giant toddler.

James was ripped from his thoughts by Thomas suddenly standing up, and stumbling over to the front door.

James quickly blocked his exit, “where do you think you're going?” He asked. Thomas blinked, and looked at James like he should know the answer. “I was- I was going to… I was gonna go get flowers.” He stated factually, with a slight nod. James narrowed his eyes, “and why do you need flowers?”

Thomas waved his arms around dramatically. “Beca- because I need to give y- you flowers! You're so pretty, you deserve them!” Thomas cried, like it was obvious. James blinked. Despite his knowledge that his boyfriend was completely buzzed, his face still heated up. “Thats sweet Thomas, but you're not leaving.”

Thomas paused for a moment, and thought it would be suitable to burst into bubbly giggles and seemingly completely forget about the previous conversation.

James rolled his eyes, but smiled a bit at his endearing boyfriend. “I think it's time to get into bed.”

Thomas whined and was about to argue, but James grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom before he could say anything.

Thomas all but flopped onto the bed, and was asleep in minutes. James scoffed lightly and sat down next to his boyfriend. His fluffy hair covered his face, so James leaned over and pushed it aside before he changed, and got into bed aswell.

***

“I did no such thing.”

James nodded, a grin firmly plastered onto his face.

“Yep. You wanted to get me flowers and everything.”

Thomas groaned, a pillow covered his face.

Hangovers sucked.

“Please find a way to turn the sun off.”

James pulled the pillow off his boyfriend's face, to give him a peck on the cheek.

“Well maybe you shouldn't get wasted, you pinecone,” he said sweetly, “plus, it's kind of illegal. We're not even drinking age.”

Thomas huffed.

“Fuck the police.”

James kissed him on the lips.

“You have fun with that, sweetie.”

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