Warnings: Smut (kind of, not really), angst (kind of, not really), language
You cackled as you drunkenly tried to hold Christian up, failing miserably, and sending the both of you staggering to the ground of the bar’s parking lot. Your body felt heavy, too heavy, as you tried to roll yourself on to your knees. “Gotdammit.” He wheezed again, laughing loudly as he too, tried to get up. “Fuck, I gotta piss.” You stated suddenly, taking off in the direction of the field next to the parking lot, “_________! For fuck’s sake, don’t pee in the grass!” Christian called after you, stumbling after you. You stopped walking when you reached the middle of the field, out far enough that no one would see you if you squat down. You hurriedly undid the button of your black jeans, shimmying them down your hips. Christian crashed into you, knocking you backward before you could get your underwear down. You laughed out loud, almost peeing on yourself as he rolled off of you. “If you….pee…then I have to pee….here too.” He cackled. There were long blades of grass sticking in places that they shouldn’t as you struggled to pull your jeans back up.
“C’mon, ____________. We gotta go.” He pulled you to your feet, brushing loose grass, dirt, and tiny rocks from your jeans. You stumbled towards the cab waiting in the parking lot, leaning heavily against the side as he tried to open the door. “You’re so useless!” You giggled as you pushed him aside, pulling the door open yourself. You collapsed into the backseat, Christian right behind you. You slid to the other side, allowing him to lay on your shoulder. “If you throw up on me…” You trailed off, falling into a drunken sleep as the cab sped towards Christian’s apartment building.
You giggled into the back of your hand as he leaned against you, trying to find his keys in the pockets of his leather jacket. The tips of his messily styled hair tickled your chin and you fought to keep from laughing again. You really had to pee, and laughing wasn’t helping you in the slightest.