Jeremy:

The door fell shut behind you as you staggered into the living room. Maybe challenging two vampire friends to shots wasn't the best idea you'd ever had. Caroline and Elena had dropped you off and had headed to the Salvatore boarding house.

"Y/N?" Jeremy sat up from the sofa, watching you.

"Heyo," you attempt to take off your left heel, failing miserably as you collapse in a heap on the floor. At least you'd won the shot challenge...

"You're hammered," Jeremy laughs, taking off your other shoe. "Now let's get you to bed."

"But you're sober," you mumble.

"And I'm staying that way," Jeremy picked you up and took you up the stairs.

"You have really nice eyes," you reached up and held his cheek in your hand.

"Thanks Y/N," Jeremy sets you down on the bed.

You lie back, eyes closing. "Night."

Elijah:

"Shhh," you mumbled to God knows who, missing the keyhole again. This time the actual keyhole moves as the door opens, a pair of dark brown eyes watching you.

"Y/N?"

You nod, avoiding his gaze.

"Get inside before you hurt yourself," Elijah moved out of the way to let you in.

You attempt to step forward but instead tumble head first through the door, giggling.

A firm hand caught your bicep and hauls you up. "Y/N what have you been doing?"

"It was Elena's party," you smiled as he helped you indoors.

"Did you by any chance consume alcohol at this party?" Elijah stood, holding you up. Elena wasn't a big fan of the Originals so of course, they hadn't been invited.

You can't tell whether he's angry, amused or upset, so you just nod, your hair escaping it's neat bun.

"I forgot how drunken humans can get," Elijah laughed, shaking his head.

Your stomach churned and you bend over, sick decorating a pair of nicely polished men's brogues, Elijah's shoes.

"I think it best we get you cleaned up," Elijah kicked off his shoes and picks you up, his jaw ever so slightly clenching. They were his favourite pair of shoes. Oops. But that jaw clench, damn it was sexy!

Tyler:

"Come on, Y/N, open the door." Tyler stood next to you, drunk too. Like he'd really pass the chance to go out drinking...

You raided through your bag again. "I've lost the key."

"Uh," Tyler laughed before picking you up and walking back to the car. "Looks like we're camping here until we're sober."

Alaric:

"Okay, I should never have dared you to drink those shots," Alaric laughs, helping you through the door. To be honest you have no idea how you're walking, let alone standing.

"Bad Alaric," you laugh, picking up a stake which has been left out on the side. "I shall stake you."

"Aha no," he easily takes it out of your hand and sets it back on the side.

"I am Buffy the vampire slayer!" You yell, running past him back out of the house. Somewhere in your drunken mind you'd decided to run to Elena's house and attempt to kill Damon.

Slightly out of breath you knock on her door. Strong hands grab your waist and start hauling you away.

"Alaric, is everything okay?" Elena stands at the door with Damon by her side.

"She's just a little drunk," Alaric laughs, dragging you away.

"Evil!" You point at Damon. "Evil!"

"Drunk Buffy!" Damon points at you, laughing. Elena rolls her eyes at him.

You wrestle free of Alaric, running towards Damon. Alaric tackles you to the floor, both of you landing in a bush.

"Ow," you grumble.

Alaric stays on top of you, pinning you. "I am never getting you drunk again."

"But then we wouldn't have so much fun," you reach up and press your lips onto his.

"You better not be making love in the shrubs," you hear Damon yell before the sound of the door being slammed.

"We can finish this at home," Alaric laughs, standing up.

Matt:

Matt wasn't supposed to be home until midnight so you'd helped yourself to a bottle of Malibu to help you 'sleep'. A simple cure for boredom. You'd gotten him out a glass too and you'd only just finished your first one.

"Hey Y/N," the door shuts softly as Matt walks into the living room.

"Hey," you smile, glass in hand. You knew better than to get drunk after everything with Matt's mom and Vicky.

"Started the party without me," he chuckles.

"I didn't think you'd get in until midnight, so I was warming up," you laugh.

"Wow," Matt smiles picking up his glass and drinking it.

You reach over and kiss his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too Y/N," Matt reaches for the bottle, refilling his glass. "Now let's not waste this."

Stefan:

So far you were doing well. You'd gotten home to find Stefan out hunting and you were successfully in your PJs. All was well until you stumbled into the living room where Stefan was sitting. Shit.

"Elena text me to tell me what happened," Stefan laughs.

"What happened?" May as well play the innocent card. She'd told him about you losing Ring of Fire.

"You're drunk Y/N," Stefan speeds over to you. "I can smell it on you."

"Damn..." You mumble, starting to back track and run away. "Vampire!" You giggle, running up the stairs.

"Wow," Stefan starts to chase after you. It's not long before he catches you and you cascade to the floor, laughing.

"Please don't eat me," you laugh.

"I don't know," he moves towards your neck, pinning your wrists to the side of your head. You feel a light pressure on the side of your neck: he's kissing you. "You're adorable when you're drunk," he whispers.

Damon:

You somehow miss the door twice before you manage to give it two solid knocks. "Guess who?" You giggle.

The door opens before revealing blue eyes looking you up and down before they roll. "How much?"

"I don't know," you run your hand up his chest. "I'm new at the whole prostitution thing."

Damon glares at you before picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. "I'll take that as far too many."

"I'm fine," you slur, playfully patting him on the arse.

"Yeah and I'm the queen of werewolves," Damon holds you tighter as he takes you upstairs.

"Does that make me a king?" You ask as he sets you down, keeping a firm hold of your arms.

"It makes you the village idiot," Damon looks you squarely in the eyes. "Did you drive here?"

"No, I got a taxi," you smile, twisting your hair around your finger.

Damon sighs before lifting you up bridal style and depositing you on the bed. "You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow."

"That's okay," you laugh, as Damon slips off your shoes and begins to put you in your pyjamas. "It's still today." Somehow he gets your PJ bottoms on before attempting to take your top off.

"Um," you swat his hands away, acting like a small child. Damon uses his vampire speed to get your top halfway off until it gets stuck on your head.

"I'm blind!" You yell, arms flailing.

"Oh my god," Damon pulls your shirt off. "You had tequila didn't you?"

"Maybes," you whisper, undoing his trousers.

"Why are you undressing me?" Damon asks trying to put a top on you.

"You don't look naked enough," you laugh, your PJ shirt finally on and his trousers on the floor.

"Oh really?" Damon smirks, pulling his top off.

You lean forward, grinning. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"What?"

"My boyfriend's a vampire," you quickly lean forward, brushing your teeth against Damon's neck.

"I know I am," Damon laughs, kissing your neck as you fall backwards onto the bed.

"And he sparkles," you reach up towards the light with your hands. "Like a little disco ball. My sexy little disco ball."

Damon pulls up the covers, kissing your forehead. "You're hot when you're drunk."

The bed sinks next to you as he slides in. You wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his chest. "I wish you were Edward Cullen," you mumble, eyes closing.

Damon laughs, pulling you closer. "Nah, I don't brood enough and I would never kill Bambi."

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