You’re Not Tall Enough; 2320 words
Usually Even hated being around drunk people when he was sober.
Truth be told, he wasn’t actually that keen on drunk people when he was drunk either. Alcohol had never really been his thing; he had always preferred something a bit, uh, greener.
But seeing Isak absolutely wasted was proving more amusing than anything else Even could remember in recent history. He was currently stood up on the sofa with Eva – it was always Eva who pushed Isak over the edge from drunk to wasted – racing her to finish a cup of some horrifyingly strong concoction Vilde had created. Everyone was crowded around them chanting drink drink drink like some ridiculous TV show scene.
What wasn’t ridiculous, though, was the delighted look on Isak’s face when he swallowed down the last of his drink and tossed the cup aside. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright and he was smiling so wide that Even didn’t even care that he’d be nursing a hungover Isak for the entirety of the next day.
He’d do anything to see Isak’s face lit up like that.
He joined the rest of the crowd in cheering for Isak, who was up on the sofa basking in his moment of glory that he probably wouldn’t remember the next day.
When people asked later how he knew what was about to happen he tells them he knew from the way Isak blinked. One second his eyes were bright, but after an uncoordinated looking blink they were completely vacant and Even was surging forwards with the bin firmly in his grasp.
He thrust the receptacle into Isak’s face mere seconds before his boyfriend lurched forwards and vomited. The crowd that had been cheering him and Eva on quickly dispersed, not wanting to be in the splash zone. Even was vaguely aware of Eva squealing that Isak throwing up meant she was the real winner seeing as she’d held her liquor, but he was a bit too preoccupied with keeping the bin under Isak’s chin to defend his boyfriend’s honour as the rightful winner.
Once Isak stopped retching Even walked him slowly away from the main bustle of the party. He ended up sitting a very drunk Isak down on Eva’s doorstep with the bin in his lap, hoping the cool night air would sober him up a bit.
“Still having fun, baby?” Even couldn’t help but teasing as he knelt in front of Isak.
“Don’t call me that, I have a boyfriend!” Isak slurred. He managed to sound outraged even in his drunken state.
“I know? I am the boyfriend?” Even frowned. Isak stared hard at him; his lips were pursed in a very unimpressed fashion and his alcohol-glazed eyes managed to convey a severe lack of belief at Even’s statement.
“You’re not tall enough t’be my boyfriend.” Isak shook his head for a second before groaning and doubling back over the bin, retching some more. And damn, that was the first time in his life Even had been told he wasn’t tall enough for something.
“I’m crouching, Isak. You’re sat down?” Even tried to explain as he rubbed Isak’s back, but Isak was having none of it.
“No, no! Even didn’t want t’come out tonight; he’s at home!” Isak insisted. And yeah, okay, Even hadn’t really wanted to watch all his friends get blitzed when he was just coming out of a depressed few weeks but he also didn’t want to be apart from Isak when he was finally feeling like himself again.
“You know what: I think it’s time we got you home.” Even suggested. If Isak was so drunk he couldn’t even recognise his boyfriend of almost a year then it was probably time to call it a night.