One more drink turned into two more drinks, three more drinks, four more drinks... But eventually decided it was time to leave, saying bye to Lola and stumbling back to our dorm, the urge for something greasy both addling our brains. Well, along with all the alcohol and drugs, but y’know.

Unfortunately, we were a little too drunk and a little too high to really be capable of making anything to eat, so we spent most of our time trying to get things open and laughing at each other’s desperate attempts. Before long, we’d made on hell of a mess, and we couldn’t help giggling when Emma dropped a jar by accident, the loud smash echoing through the kitchen.

"Will you two shut up? Tommy just got to sleep. He's been crying his eyes out" Alex said, storming in.

"Shh" Emma giggled and Alex shook his head.

"Do you really not care?" he snapped, storming off.

We ordered pizza in the end, stumbling up to bed once we’d devoured it, no doubt leaving even more mess in the kitchen, but like I said, we were too drunk and too high to care. Tommy was curled up, asleep, on my bed, but he woke up when I stumbled in.

"A-Ashley?"

"Howdy" I said as I flopped down onto the bed.

Tommy rubbed his eyes, looking at the clock. "You lied" he sniffled.

"I changed my mind after you stormed off"

Tommy sniffled again. "But you said you'd come back. I've been waiting hours"

"I'm back now, aren't I?"

"But it’s three o'clock in the morning" he sobbed, sounding kind of like a big baby. "You went out at nine"

"It's amazing how time flies"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as Tommy started crying his eyes out. "Is this how you show me you love me, because all its saying is you don’t at all?"

"Look, I am too drunk and too high for this. Go to sleep"

Tommy sniffled again, curling up and hugging my sketchpad. It didn’t exactly take me long to get to sleep, given that I was completely wasted, and I was expecting to sleep well into the afternoon the next day.

Tommy was still clutching my sketchbook when I woke up. I looked around the room, groaning at the light streaming in through the curtains which weren’t closed properly. I fumbled around for my sunglasses and Tommy stirred.

"Are you not drunk anymore?” he asked.

"Nope, but I'm hung over as hell"

"I'll go make you up a hangover kit" he muttered. “Meaning painkillers, water, cup of coffee and a full English breakfast. Then a shower together”

"Thanks" I said, flopping back down on the bed and finding my sunglasses as he left.

I put them on, debating getting up and shutting the curtains, but even sitting up made me feel like I was about to die, so I settled for just lying in bed. Tommy came back in, sitting next to me with my hangover cure. I sat up a little, digging into it, even though I felt like *%*%.

"I hope Emma feels this rough too" I muttered through a mouthful of bacon.

"Isn’t that a little mean? Especially since she hasn’t got someone looking after her like you have"

"It's not mean in the slightest, she's the one that insisted we go back for more"

Tommy frowned. "I knew I should have come after you after the two hour mark"

"You should've, you would've had a good time"

"I don’t like clubs" he muttered. "I just would have looked after you like usual"

"You need to let your hair down once in a while, Rapunzel" I said, downing my coffee.

"Who would look after you if I was also hung over" he asked, hugging my waist.

"No one. We'd wake up, feel like death, probably $*%^ if we were up to it, and go back to sleep"

"I'd rather look after you, have a shower, have sex then sleep"

"Then we can try that instead"

"We always do that" he laughed. "Or are you so hung over your minds turned to Jelly?" Tommy fiddles with Ashley's hair.

"Most likely. I'd go make some noise to pay Emma back, but I think it'd kill me too" I said and Tommy sighed. "Is it shower time yet?"

"Finished eating?" Tommy asked and I nodded. "I'll go warm the water up" he said, getting up.

"'Kay"

Tommy went off, coming back after a few minutes. "It’s ready"

I hauled myself out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom, pissed off that my sunglasses weren’t blocking out as much light as I’d have liked. Tommy was already naked when I got in there and he helped me out of my clothes, helping me into the shower and hugging my waist as we stood beneath the flow of water. I rested my chin on Tommy’s shoulder, standing there until the water started getting cold.

"Ashley" Tommy muttered.

"Mm?"

"Do you love me?" he whispered, and I barely caught it.

"Of course I do"

"Say it"

"I love you"

Tommy kissed me, pressing himself against me and submitting to me.

 

I stumbled out of the shower once we were done, dropping my towel once we were back in my room and throwing on a pair of boxers. Tommy, on the other hand, got dressed completely. He always had some clothes hanging about in my room for such an occasion.

"Y-you cant leave the room like that" Tommy blushed as I headed for the door.

“Sure I can" I smiled and Tommy looked upset.

"B-But your body should be mine, not everyone’s to ogle"

"Who's gonna look here?" I said, kissing his forehead and Tommy pouted.

"Tracy might" he grumbled. "Emma will still look even though she knows"

"She won't. And, if they do, you can have the pleasure of knowing you're the only one that gets to enjoy this up close" I said and Tommy sighed. "C'mon, let's go wake little miss sunshine up"

"Why do we have to?" he pouted.

"Because if I have to suffer, so does she"

"But you got sex. How is that suffering?"

"My head's still killing me"

"Want a cold flannel?" he asked, kissing my forehead and I shook my head, ignoring the pain that flashed behind my eyes from the action. “Okay”

I took his hand, leading him out of the room and knocking on Emma’s door loudly.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty" I half shouted.

"Piss off" came from inside.

"Get up! It's your fault we're in this state" I said as Tommy cuddled me.

"Actually, it was that fabulous drag queen with the blue wig" Emma said, opening her door, clad in sunglasses even darker than mine.

"Oh yeah"

"What?" Tommy frowned.

"And judging by the note on my stomach, she left you something in your front pocket" Emma said, slamming the door.

Tommy went back to my room, picking up my shirt. I wandered back in, seeing Tommy shaking his head.

"Poppers" he said, throwing a vial at me.

I caught it, looking at it and seeing the thing was near enough full. "Don't you just love drag queens?"

"Not if you gave him a sexual favour to get it" he grumbled.

"Shewas an honest and sincere lady. And if I remember rightly, she gave it to me as thanks for getting a job"

"Where exactly? And sorry, I forgot they prefer to be referred to by what gender they say they are and not what society say they should. I remember that one from Kent" he said a little thoughtfully. "Lovely one, was she"

"At Dickie's. Gloria's moving on to bigger and better things, so they needed a new star" I said and Tommy hummed, not listening. So I held up the vial. “What d'you say we split this between us tonight?"

"I'm not really in the mood. I fancy seeing a movie together. We haven’t been to the cinema in a while. We'll have to go to Odeon. I don’t think Cineworld want to ever see us again after last time" he blushed, making me laugh. "It’s not funny”

"It is" I smiled.

"How is it funny? Explain how what we did was funny?"

"The fact that you got caught on your knees if funny enough"

Tommy grumbled something at me, stalking off, no doubt annoyed. 

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