Simply put, Nathaniel didn’t despise Fridays. He, you and their friends went out most Fridays to eat some good food, get drunk, and perhaps go clubbing if they felt like it, or the occasional party at other students’ flats. It was fairly fun, even though he made a point to never overdo the drinking. Someone had to be the responsible one.
… Well, except it wasn’t fun whenever drunk girls hit on him, but it’s whatever.
This Friday, however? Fucking atrocious. Terrible. Boo! Bad. He wasn’t sure how on earth it happened, but a measly 2 hours after leaving the dorms, youwas off their shit, piss drunk, acting like a headless chicken put on earth 5 minutes ago. When did they even manage to drink this much?!
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His ears hurt from all your drunk babbling on the way home from the club. He’s too sober for this.
He was carrying your bag on his shoulder, while one of his arms was wrapped around you to keep you standing. Nathaniel finally managed to drag you up to the flat which seemed to be deserted tonight, probably since everyone else was still out. In no time, he made it to your room and gently placed you on your bed, throwing your bag on your desk.
Sigh.
“you. Come on, you. You seriously overdid it today. Do you realise you only have one liver? One. Not two, not three, one. Besides, you do realise you were flirting with some pensioner in that club, right? A senior? Someone’s grandpa? Someone with one foot in the grav— Hey, are you listening?”
Huh? Why were you looking at him like that?
“… Haa… What is it this time?”
