#can u really say u love someone until u've seen them empty their guts at 3AM

[robobarbie]

A classic trope! Nightowl is stuck with an absolutely wasted mc after a night of drinking. How would he handle that situation?

Fuck. Me.

You're walking back at night -- or moreso, trying to walk back home. You're leaning heavily against your best friend, laughing and jeering and totally ignorant to the red hue on the tips of his ears.

"Whaaaaaaaaaat, come on!! Why not? They were totally into you!!"

Nightowl grabs your arm as you stumble over your own feet and sighs. "For the millionth time, I wasn't interested in them!"

You roll your eyes. "I have no idea why. They were fucking gorgeous."

"So how about you ask them out, then?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmaybe I will!!"

You giggle and lean your head against his shoulder. It is not easy to walk with your head on his shoulder, but Owl is not about to stop this from happening. His heart picks up a bit as you intertwine your hand with his and lift it to look at his nails.

"Chipping."

"H-huh?"

"Nail polish. Chipping."

"Oh." He extends his fingers a bit and nods. "You're right."

"Is that why you dint wanna talk to themmmm? Embarrassed?" You scoff and shove yourself off of him. "I mean I would be embarrassed tooooo."

"Oh, fuck you."

You laugh and Nightowl wishes he could bottle that sound.

"You. You have to not say that. Like that."

"Say what?"

"'Fuck you'. Don't say that."

Nightowl nudges your shoulder affectionately before placing a hand on your lower back to keep you steady as you walked. "Sorry. I'm joking."

"GaaaaaaHHHHHHHHH THAAAAT's THE PROBLEM!!!" Before he can blink, you've grabbed his shirt collar and yanked him in so his nose bumps yours.

"H-hey-!"

"So you don't like them." You take a step forward and Nightowl is forced to take a step back in response. "You don't ever like anyone."

You keep walking until Nightowl's back is forced up against a wall, just outside of the streetlight. He swallows as his gaze flits between the two of your lidded eyes. "What's wrong with that?"

"So who is it?? Why aren't you dating around anymore, huh?? WHO IS ITTTTTTT????" You whine and shake him drunkenly.

He takes your wrists in his hands to stop you and you let go of his shirt with a whine. "What are you getting at? I'm able to not date, you know?" He's trying to keep his voice even and steady, and he really hopes you're too drunk to notice the number you're doing on him.

You scrunch your face up and wrench your hands free. "Nothing. Ugh!"

You stomp over towards the street and Nightowl moves to follow you but you hold your hand up and shake your head as you walk.

"No. I'm gonna throw up. Vom time."

"Ah."

He watches as you bend over the street and release an entire night of bad decisions into the gutter.

Ah, yep. That's the one.

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author's note: my cat is like. laying down between my keyboard and my monitor. she keeps rolling onto my keyboard and ruining my prose. bless her heart