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Jason lay on the couch, quite a few drinks in; zoned out on the wall somewhere. He almost fell off the couch when he heard Esme come into the kitchen sometime around eleven, grabbing the TV remote. "Who's ther- oh." He set down the remote, almost tripping over the coffee table. |
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"Hey, sorry, just clea- Jason- sir, are you okay?" She asked, rushing over to help. |
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"Yeahhhhhh..." He slurred, hugging Esme. "Thanks..." He murmured, very drunk. |
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Esme squeaked in surprise, not realizing he was drunk until a few moments later. She sighed, "Cmon, let's get you to bed," she sighed, looping an arm around his torso to support him, and started walking him down the halls to where she assumed his bedroom would be. |
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Jason stumbled towards his bedroom, murmuring something about birds and some joke about cows. "Anyways..." He opened the door, still leaning on Esme. "Can you stay..." He slurred. |
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Esmes cheeks turned pink, "Sir, I-" she started but rethought her words. She should stay, make sure he didn't wander off or get hurt. "Fine," she sighed. |
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"Yayyyy..." Jason said as he flopped on the bed, hugging Esme. "You're mine..." He slurred. |
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"Okay..." she mumbled, stiff. She wriggled out of his arms, standing up, "Okay, get some rest," |
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"Noooo..." Jason conked out, snoring softly as he flipped around in his sleep. He woke up some time around midnight, still slightly drunk but more to his senses now. "Wha..." He looked around the room for Esme. |
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Esme sighed, covering him with a blanket before leaving him to rest. She went back to the kitchen, finishing cleaning up and then moving to clean the living room. She sighed, seeing the multiple empty bottles, but she cleaned on anyway. |
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