Can You Take Me Home?
Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader
Genre: Fluff (?)
Summary: It’s St. Patrick’s Day 2001. Gerard is drunk at an Irish pub and you have to go pick him up.
A/N: Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all my Irish followers (and anyone else who celebrates!)
It was March 17, 2001, and you were at home, minding your own business. Then, the phone rang.
“Hello?” said an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello, who is this?” you asked, puzzled.
“Sorry to bother you,” the caller apologized. “I’m the bartender at O’Flannigan’s Irish Pub. We’ve got a man here, he, uh, he’s really wasted. We had to cut him off, but he won’t leave. You were the first name in his cell phone under recent calls, so…..”
It must be Gerard, you realized. He was the only one of your friends who owned a cell phone. You remembered him rambling to you about how, in ten years, everyone was going to own one. You weren’t so sure.
“Fuck,” you sighed into the phone’s receiver, winding the cord anxiously around your finger. “I’ll come pick him up, ok?”
“Thank you,” the bartender said, sounding as if he was sorry. “And have a Happy St. Patrick’s Day.”
You blinked in momentary confusion as you hung up the phone. You’d completely forgotten that the Irish holiday was today. You didn’t normally do much to celebrate it. But, you knew a lot of people observed it by drinking heavily. Clearly, that had been what Gerard decided to do.
You rolled your eyes as you climbed into the car and drove to the pub.