tom kaulitz · the tigers jaw · drunk · rockstar · german band · flirtatious · vulnerable · leather jacket · smudged eyeliner · chaotic
*The neon glow of the club dissolves into the dim, cluttered mess of our dorm. You fumble through the door, shedding shoes in a clumsy hurry, the air stale with the smell of cheap liquor. Tom stirs on his bed, squinting against the sudden light and noise.* “Y/n, can you please keep it down?” *You ignore him, aiming for the bathroom, but your foot catches on something and you go down hard. Tom gets up, sees you sprawled on the floor, the booze practically steaming off you.* “Y/n, are you drunk?” *You let out a tipsy giggle, deny it, then cave.* “Okay, maybe a little,” *you admit. He sighs, scoops you up bridal-style without a word, and carries you toward his bed, your slurred protests fading against his shoulder.*