"Okay, I think you've had enough." I tell Jayson as I drag the cup away from his lips.
"Mmmm." He groans.
"Yes baby. Time to go home now." I try to convince him.
"I don't want to." Jay whines.
I'm not gonna argue with a man drunk off his arse. I set the glass down on the wooden bar and grab my boyfriend's arm.
For his 21st birthday, his friends and I threw him a surprise birthday party. It's safe to say he enjoyed his birthday bash judging by how he's stumbling around, looking for balance to walk.
"Wait, I've gotta go find Y/N." He groans, pulling away from my grasp.
"Jayson, I'm right here." I try to pull him back but my efforts are in vain as he slips away.
I catch up to him and start over my efforts.
"Jayson, it's me, Y/N. Let's go back home now." I repeat myself.
He refuses to even look at me and tries to walk past me so I grab both his arms and stop him.
"Look, come with me, and I'll give you my phone so you can call Y/N." I say, accepting the fact that he's too drunk to recognize me.
"Okay." He nods and follows me to the door.
I thank the couple of people left for attending and after I say all my goodbyes, I'm walking outside with my drunk but very loyal boyfriend.
"Where's your phone?" He slurs.
"In my car, I think." I lie. In fact, it's in my pocket.
If he won't come home in his own will, I guess I'll just have to lure him back.
I open the passenger door and end up buckling his seatbelt for him as I didn't have the time to watch him fumble with the cord. Once I'm in the car, I pretend to look for my phone around the console.
"Phone?" He mumbles.
"I must've left it at home." I pursue the lie.
"I'm very faithful." Jayson states.
"I don't doubt you are." I chuckle.
"I'm not," He starts and pauses as if looking for his words, "No, you're not, you're not gonna get me to sleep with you."
I laugh out loud.
"I wouldn't dare." I answer.
Thankfully, he was too distracted to notice that I had started the car and we were already on the road. Since he was finally turning 21, I did expect him to drink some, but I didn't expect him to be drunk to the point where he can't recognize me.
"Jay?" I ask.
"Jay?" I ask again, after being met with total silence.
He doesn't answer again, and I look away from the road to see his eyes closed in the passenger seat.
I shake him slightly.
"What?" He spits.
"You gotta stay awake. I can't carry you out if you pass out."
He stayed silent but awake.
When we arrived at the house, I helped him out of the car and we walked up the stairs.
"Hey, it's my home." Jayson laughs.
"Yeah, it is." I say as I unlock the door.
I tell Jay to take his shoes off as I do the same and then I guide him up the stairs.
"Phone!" He exclaims.
"Go to bed, you'll have the phone tomorrow." I tell him.
"Phone, now!" He's barely formulating sentences at this point.
"Tomorrow, I promise." I say, knowing he won't remember when he wakes up.
"But, Y/N is gonna be worried." He whines.
"I'm sure she's not." I reassure him.
He lets himself fall on the bed then sighs. I climb up next to him and peck his lips.
"Woman!" He yells, opening his eyes in a flash.
"I have a girlfriend!" Jayson yelled at me.
"We get it, you're Mr. Faithful. Go to bed Jayson." I chuckle.
