80s Band Imagines

💚Saul/Slash #7- "Tequila"

Fluff/ Friendship

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I woke up in my room with a slight headache and still dressed in my clothes from last night. I groaned and sat up in bed before deciding to shower. I went to my dresser when I realized that me and the guys didn't do laundry yesterday. 
I groaned again and made my way to the bathroom before picking up a random shirt off the floor. I had clean everything else, just no shirt- just to clarify. 

I showered and threw my hair into a messy bun before walking around the Hell House to make sure all of the boys made it home okay. Duff and Axl were passed out in their rooms, Izzy was half asleep strumming his guitar, and Steven was face down in his carpet. I wandered around and found Slash in the living room.

He was laying half on the couch, half off, drooling all over the couch cushions. I grimaced at the drool and gently shook him awake. He groaned, sounding like he was in pain.

"What the fuck time is it?"
He asked moving so he was completely on the couch, sighing since he was obviously more comfortable.

"It's probably around noon. Christ, what happened to you?"
I asked just taking in his state.
The black shirt he wore covered in what looked like vomit- and probably was- and torn to shreds. His leather jacket hanging on one arm, his jeans barely hanging onto his hips seeing as how he didn't have underwear on -he never wore any. He had one boot on, and it was on the wrong foot.

"Tequila."
He says, face smushed into the cushions.

"Did you have a whole bottle?"
I joked.

"Two."
He deadpanned.

"Go get cleaned up, you smell."
I joked.

"I don't wanna."
He whined like a child, flopping back down when I tried to pull him up.

"What's it gonna take?"
I sighed.

"Shower with me?"
He smirked.

"Try again. Smooth, but try again."

"Buy me lunch?"

"Deal. Go shower, I'm gonna clean up a little. Try not to wake any of the guys though, okay?"

He nodded and went to shower while I cleaned up the nasty apartment six of us shared.
For the most part I just had to pick up beer bottles and red solo cups, I wiped off the furniture in the living room and I cleared off the kitchen table. I did the dishes and swept and mopped the hardwood floors. 
I was just finishing the dishes when Slash came into the kitchen wearing grey sweats and no shirt.

"Have you seen my Zepplin shi- Never mind. I found it."

"In the kitchen?"
I asked confused.

"Sweetheart, you're wearing it."
He smirked now standing in front of me.
I blushed not realizing I had taken his shirt off the floor, or that it was a Led Zepplin shirt in general.

"You want it back? I can go steal something from Duff."

"No no, it's perfectly fine. Looks better on you. Keep it, I've got more. Let me go get a shirt and we can go eat."
He stumbled out, blushing as his words came out fast and jumbled.

I laughed and wiped my hands, and the counters one last time, before walking to the living room and flipping through the channels. 
When he was finally ready, I slipped on my vans and my car keys.
We headed out to the car, me driving obviously, and we decided to go to this diner across town.

"So, how'd you end up drinking two bottles of tequila?"

"After the show I made a bet with one of the regulars at the bar. I told him I could outdrink him with the drink of his choice. I was gone after number one, but I wanted to win. Man, that guy can drink."
He smiled telling the story.

"So, you decided to get shit-faced because you thought you could outdrink some guy at the bar?"

"Pretty much."

"God you're stupid."
I laughed.

"It could've been worse. I could've been covered in my own vomit."

"You were Jackass!"
I reminded him, cringing at the thought.

"Oh. I guess it can't get worse then huh?"
He laughed.

We got to the diner and ate our food, cracking jokes and having fun, just the two of us. It was rare that any of us got one-on-one time with each other. 
When we were done, we decided to go grocery shopping since the fridge was pretty much empty.

"Slash. Slash! Slash, put them back!"
I laughed seeing him reach to grab two bottles of tequila.

"Oh, come on, can't a man have some fun?"
He joked.

"Your definition of fun is much different than mine."
I pointed out.

"Come on, we can go home and get drunk together."

"You realize we'll just end up sharing with the guys, right?"

"They're going out tonight."
He smirked at me, using his puppy-dog eyes none of us can resist.

"Stop looking at me like that."
I sighed in defeat as he threw the bottles in the cart.

"I win."

After we messed around a little more, we finished shopping and went home to put everything away. Like Slash said, the house was empty. After we were done restocking the pantry, we opened the bottles and started drinking.

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"Jesus, what happened to you guys?"
Duff asked as he came into the living room.
I was laying on top of Slash, his face still in the couch cushions, my head on his shoulder.

"Tequila."
We groaned together.