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When Blue announced at their dinner party that she bought some “fancy drinks” from a villager, Green expected something a little less… intoxicating. She said it was apple cider, and if her reactions to everyone progressively getting more drunk over the meal were anything to go by, this was a genuine surprise.
Green swishes around what’s left of his second bottle, staring at what’s left. He assumes it’s alcoholic. That’s the only thing he can think of that caused this, looking over the rest of their group. Red is resting his head in his arms, weepily watching everyone else and generally looking miserable. Second sits next to him and has pretty much fallen asleep in his chair. Yellow has completely dissolved into giggles, leaning all her weight into Blue as the other keeps her upright and Purple…
Well, Purple’s in a similar situation, and, by extension, so is Green. It seems like him and Blue are the ones left least affected by all this. Blue because she probably has a tolerance to stuff like this, and if she doesn’t, then she’s handling it better than the rest of them. And him because… he was lucky, he guesses? Though, he’s starting to feel the effect of it now. The room feels too bright and his mouth is dry.
He clumsily reaches over for one of the glasses of water Blue brought over and promptly downs the whole thing. It’s a bit better, but not by much. He grabs another and tries to coax Purple into drinking one. She’s taking this whole thing the hardest, he thinks. She doesn’t even register what he’s asking her to do, simply staring at him before falling into another round of giggles and melting into his side again. He huffs, disappointed just as much as he is endeared.
“You’re pretty,” she pats his arm, snuggling closer. He smiles fondly; he can never stay upset at her for long.
“You should probably get her home,” Blue suggests, handling her own partner. Yellow looks like she’s drifting off, too. “If Mango knew she passed out at our house from drinking, I honestly think he’d flip. Or have a heart attack.”
“I don’t think she’s gonna pass out,” Green counters, observing her. She’s mostly just cuddly right now, “But yeah, it’s best to get her home before she falls asleep. You alright handling things by yourself?”
“Suprisingly enough, yeah,” she confirms, “I honestly expected us to be rowdier on the stuff, but this works out too. Even if it’s not ideal.”
“Speak for y’rself, I feel greeat!” Purple slurs, smiling. He sighs.
“C’mon lovebug,” he wraps his arms around her and helps her stand.
She’s sober enough to walk–albeit, with his guidance and enough support to keep her steady–and she manages a cheery goodbye, though Blue’s the only one who hears it. She stumbles out of their house, following his lead to their nether portal. Everyday, he’s glad they moved it from the files down to ground level, because he can’t imagine the nightmare that would’ve been navigating Purple to it.
The suffocating heat of the Nether combined with the disorienting portal is enough to make him nauseous. He stands still for a moment, adjusting to his surroundings. Cursors, why does everything feel overstimulating here? Judging by how Purple’s leaning her weight onto him, she feels the same. She groans, rubbing her eyes of the constant smoke and ash that marks this place.
“It’s only a short walk,” he reassures, leading her down the path.
In reality, it’s more than a short walk, but he’s more than willing to carry her the rest of the way if he needs to. She manages fine with his help, though. They pass a few piglins on the way, none of them aggressive, thankfully, and besides the trouble that was traversing the stairs, he gets her home safely.
The familiar nausea greets them as they exit the portal, and they’re met with the cold air of the uninsulated basement. The… basement. Green looks at the ladder that leads to the rest of the house.
“Oh come on…” he complains.
He looks over at Purple. She’s able to walk, yeah, but he’s not 100% confident she won’t fall attempting to climb up. He’s brought out of his thoughts when she pokes his face.
“Wus wrong?” she mumbles, eyes blinking slowly.
“Actually, y’know what- just for my own peace of mind,” he rambles to himself.
“Hm?” she tilts her head, confused, before he hugs her, “Oh! Hehehe!”
Carefully, he lifts her up and shifts his arms to properly carry her, jostling her as little as possible. She clings to him, wrapping her limbs around him like a koala and burying her face in his shoulder.
She holds on so tight he’s pretty sure he can let go and she’ll stay attached. Curious, he tests his theory and sure enough, she does. Even when wasted, she’s still strong as hell. Distantly, he wonders if she can carry him too. He blushes.
Shaking the thought from his mind, he refocuses on his current goal and cautiously makes his way up. It’s a bit of a squeeze fitting two people through the trapdoor, but he manages to smoothly get her out. He pulls himself onto the floor and stands, shutting it with his foot.
The place is cleaner than the last time he was here. The boxes formerly littering the ground have dwindled, and there was now a couch and tv set up in the living room. He remembers her excitedly mentioning that to him at the start of the party.
Walking over, he sets her down on it. Tries to, at least. It takes a few shakes to signal her to let go and she does so begrudgingly, leaning on the armrest. She pouts at him grumpily when he stands back up, clearly unhappy. He cups her face and gives a short kiss on her cheek, which seems to placate her for now.
She rests her head in her arms, closing her eyes. Quickly, Green makes his way to the kitchen before she fully falls asleep. Opening the cupboards, he searches for something light for her to eat. They ate a bunch of Minecraft food at Blue’s dinner party, but he’s unsure if it’ll have any effect on their bodies. Though, the cider was also a Minecraft item and that clearly had an effect so…
He finds a box of graham crackers and decides that’s good enough for the both of them. He should probably eat some too, even if he’s not taking the brunt of things for once. He fills a glass of water under the tap and makes his way back to the couch.
The couch dips once he sits, yet Purple doesn't seem to notice. He nudges her shoulder, gentle enough to wake without startling her, and she thankfully responds. She yawns, rubbing her eye before taking the offered cup.
Her eyes stare blankly into the liquid, her tired gaze still trying to process what's in front of her. Both of her hands hold onto it, unintentionally gripping with more strength than necessary. Green's just glad she’s aware enough to not drop it.
“This ‘s really good,” she murmurs between sips, “What’d you put ‘n it?”
He blanks at the question, stifling a laugh.
“Water?” he chuckles, “It’s just water, Purps.”
“Water can taste good,” she points out, taking another sip.
He doesn’t bother arguing against it, instead taking a cracker for himself. He places the box in her lap once she’s drunk the whole thing, and she nibbles on it tiredly. She eats only a few before her eyes begin to flutter close again, head dipping as bouts of drowsiness affect her. Try as she might, though, Green can see that she’s tired.
He undoes the ribbon that holds her hair back, setting it aside and running his fingers through her hair. She sighs, content, and turns to rest her face in his hand. She watches him with half-lidded eyes, blushing as she fights off sleep.
“You’re really prettyy,” she murmurs, leaning forward. Slowly, she moves to sit closer, resting her forehead on his shoulder, “Thanks for taking c’re of me. I know ‘m a lot.”
“You aren’t,” he brings his arms to hug her, rubbing her back, “Never for me.”
She hums happily, wrapping her arms around his waist in return.
“You’re so nicee, too,” she hides her face in his neck. Her breath is warm on his skin. “And you sm’ll good.”
“Thank you?” he snickers.
“Mhm,” she pats his back, “I lov’ you.”
“I love you, too,” he smiles, “Even when you’re drunk and are more koala than person.”
She laughs at the comparison, positioning her head to face him. He hopes the love in her eyes for him is reflected in his own. He hopes that she’s able to see it, as tired and disoriented as she is right now.
“C’n I kiss you?” she asks.
“Not right now, sorry,” he rejects. Even if they are together, he doesn’t want to take advantage of her like this.
“Whyyy,” she tears up, “You said you loved mee...”
“I do,” he reassures, “Which is why you’re gonna have to wait.”
“So unfairrr,” she whines, “Not even one?”
“If I give you one, will you be satisfied?” he sighs. She makes a show of nodding her head, and he’s worried for a second that she’ll give herself a headache. “Fine, if you insist.”
He kisses her on the cheek.
“Booo,” she complains, “Th’t doesn’t count.”
“Tough luck,” he grins cheekily, holding her close, “Guess you’ll have to wait it out.”
She grumbles, but doesn’t fight against it. They stay like that for a while, up until quiet snores fill the room and he adjusts her to lay on his lap instead. Now, he’s just combing her hair with his fingers while waiting to pass her off to Mango. She sleeps peacefully, chest rising and falling rhythmically as if she wasn't rowdier than Red on a good day an hour ago. As funny as it is in retrospect, he's glad she's calmed down now.
His phone buzzes, pulling him out of his thoughts, and he takes it out to check.
Blue - everything good over there?
- you’ve been gone for a while
Green - all good 👍
- just waiting for mango to come back
- how’re the others?
Blue - sec is sleeping on the couch and i gave red reuben to cheer him up
- and yels is asleep
- in my bed of all places 🙄
Green - as if you didn’t put her there yourself
Blue - she started crying when i tried to leave
- honestly its the most sleep shes gonna get this week so why not
The sound of the door unlocking catches his attention. It takes Mango a second to notice him, and even once he does, he just- stares at Green. Neither of them make a move, it’s awkward–Green’s starting to think that’s just how he is, honestly. He stammers out an explanation, hoping he doesn’t get the wrong idea. Mango simply nods his head and promises to take care of Purple from here, letting Green leave.
He doesn’t realize how tired he is until he’s walking through the Nether again, the entire dimension seeming to cause a headache. His only peace of mind is that it hit him after he did everything he needed to. He tries not to puke once he exits the portal back to the PC.
Quietly, he checks on Second and Red, who’re both still in the living room, except this time they’re fast asleep. Second’s hogging the whole couch while Red leans against it, sitting on the floor. Reuben lays across his lap, half a golden carrot dangling from his mouth. He huffs a laugh before climbing the stairs to his room and finally, finally reaching his bed, falling asleep immediately.
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The next morning, he wakes up with the worst hangover imaginable.