You had been on an evening shift at work, and although it didn't pay much and it was a horrible place to work, you were desperate for the money. You had kissed your boyfriend Roger, and bid farewell to your roommate Mark, before heading out for your shift. Hours later you were stuck on the subway home and tiredly climbing up the stairs to go up to your loft. From the floor below, you heard loud music playing and it only became worse and louder as you reached your front door.

The music was deafening when you unlocked the door. You located the radio and switched it off before you even considered what else was going on around you. It was normally a dingy apartment which only looked far worse as your ears continued to ring.

On the ripped, stained sofa were the two men you lived with, bottles of alcohol surrounding them. Mark was hanging off the sofa, drool dropping from his mouth as his glasses lay below him, whilst Roger sat lounging on the other side, one of the bottles of cheap liquor that you were pretty sure was legally sold as a cleaning solvent, held half empty in his hand.

"I've been gone for a matter of hours," you sighed. "What the fuck happened?"

Roger looked up from the bottle and grinned at you in a way you had only seen when he was completely intoxicated.

"Y/N," he said, attempting to stand up from the sofa but stumbled as he tried to gain his footing.

"Are you drunk?" You questioned.

He shrugged his shoulders, tripping over one of the bottles that he'd previously strewn across the floor. You luckily caught him before he hit the floor, struggling to get him back onto his unsteady feet.

"Only a little," he laughed.

You shook your head at him. "And Mark?"

"He can't handle his alcohol."

You rolled your eyes at Roger, wrapping an arm around his middle to help and stabilise him as you knew it would be a problem to get him into bed.

"And you clearly can," you frowned. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

Roger whined at you, but he was far too intoxicated to fight against you as you started to guide him towards the bedroom. You luckily reached the bed in time for him to fall out of your arms and land onto the mattress. You let out a sigh and realised it was going to be a long night and painful to be around such a drunk mess.

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Written by Charlotte.

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