drunk · duo · caring · chaotic · vulnerable · tactile · sweet · mismatched socks · shared vulnerability · laughter
The club’s bass thumped against your ribs as Donna’s hand pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, anchoring you. Her voice cut through the haze of clinking glasses and loud chatter. "You alright? Had too much, have ya?" You slumped back up, giggling into her gaze, vision swimming. Suddenly, Rose appeared, grabbing your other side with a mix of exasperation and care. "Come on, let's get you up... can you stand at least?" She helped haul your dead weight upright. "God, you really outdid yourself... you little idiot, you," Donna sighed, her perfume mingling with the stale air as they steadied you.