“I don’t think you need dancing, you need bed.” Chuckles slipped into my tone as she rested her head against my chest.
Her eyes rolled closed, “Maybe.”
Letting out a sigh, I could feel her falling asleep right there, relaxing into me more and more. Part of me wanted to leave her there, accepting the fact that I was enjoying her closeness. But I wasn’t one for taking advantage of the intoxicated; she was making it hard, though, as I glanced down at the boozed-up Misfit.
A pained expression shifted over her features as her hand rose to her head, “You can shut up.” Tapping it against her temple.
Confusion seeped in as I looked down at her.
“Always fucking talking.” She continued.
I didn’t say anything
Shrugging it off with a chuckle, I slid my arms under hers, effortlessly pulling her to her feet, “Come on, you. Bed.”
She soon began her protests, “No, no. I wanna get changed.”
“Misfit, you can barely stand.” My smile remained as I guided her down the hallway. My body jolted as she reached out, gripping the doorway to the bathroom, “What are you doing? The bedrooms that way.”
“I need to change.” Her tone whining as she staggered from my grasp, almost falling face-first, my laughter grew with her movements.
“Need any help?” Sarcasm laced within my tone.
She slumped her body down, sitting on the toilet lid, her ice-cold glare staring back at me. I playfully held my hands up, “I’m just saying.”
I pulled the door too, listening to her stumbling around as I leaned against the wall. But when the crash happened, I flew through the door quicker than I think my mind could understand.
My expression turned from one of concern to outright amusement as I doubled over in laughter. There she was, down to her underwear, tangled within my shower curtain. Herstupidly tight jeans still locked around her ankles, the culprit of her demise.
“Fuck off, this is your fault!” She spat, attempting to pull herself free of the plastic curtain.
My ribs roared in pain as I was unable to hold back my laughter, tears beading at the corners of my eyes.
“How?!” My words more breath than anything.
“This bathroom is a mess! Tripping over everything.”
I took a step closer, shaking my head as I tried to dull my amusement at her misfortune.
“I don’t think it’s the bathroom Misfit.” Placing my hands either side of her clamped ankles. “Want help?”
She was stuck, and she knew it; there was no way she could free herself from this position without some assistance.
“Yes.” She murmured, taking this opportunity to mock her further. “Yes, what?”
“Aw, Screech, don’t start.” Her head tilted back against the tile. Forcing a breath through my nose, I pulled myself up, “Well, I hope you enjoy sleeping in the tub.” Turning and heading for the door.
“No! Ok, ok.”
I returned, leaning down to her, “Come on, you can do it.Yes Screech.”
She rolled her eyes, giving in to her predicament. “Fine, Yes, Screech.”
My smile widened as I lowered my arm, my fingertips brushing against her side as she flinched away from my touch. I paused, cautious of her boundaries. “If you want me to help, I’ve got to touch you.” She searched my face; all past amusement had melted away in that moment.
“Okay.”
Sliding my arms beneath her, I could feel her hesitation. Tensing against me as I pulled her from the bath, holding herclose to my chest. My smile quickly returned as she blocked my vision with her hand, “I think it’s a bit late for that.”
