Bab 27: 27. Drunken giggles (Mileven)
A/N: Hi again! Sorry for not updating yesterday, but I had a really busy day and I couldn't squeeze the update in :( This is for LittleRunningDemon who wanted a drunk El. This falls into timeline with my story Opposite Date (you don't have to read it to understand, but it'll make me very happy if you do), so if you read it when it came out, you'll know who Kenia is ;) I hope you guys enjoy it, and leave me a nice little comment :) Love you!
PROMPT: El gets drunk and Mike has to take care of her.
"Oh my god, your father is going to kill me." Mike muttered under his breath as he dumped his girlfriend on the bed.
"I want to go downstairs again." El slurred against the sheets as she turned on her stomach and attempted to plant her feet on the carpeted floor.
"No, no, no," Mike chided as he grabbed her arm and her waist and turned her around to lie on her back again. "If you puke, you'll choke on your own vomit and then I'll die with you."
"I don't want you to die." El whined as she gripped his wrist with weak hands.
"Then stay put."
"Okay." She whispered sluggishly, and then she closed her eyes with a wince at the bright lights of the room.
He didn't know how she got like this.
It was Saturday night and they were in Kenia Grady's party. Lucas and Max had been fighting for the entire night (their host was the reason), and when Lucas had tiredly walked towards the kitchen to get a beer, and El was dragged away by an angry Max, he had shrugged and proceeded to be a good friend and stay with Lucas. A member of the Party required assistance and he was the only one who could provide it; so he followed Lucas into the kitchen, and then to the backyard.
Dustin and Will had disappeared in the basement a while ago to play some kind of Texas Hold 'Em variation and he didn't want to know what they were up to.
Somehow, Max had managed to get El and herself stupid drunk, and he only realized this when Max actually stuck her head out of the window and vomited all over Mrs. Grady's hydrangeas.
While Lucas ran to help his sick girlfriend (the fight forgotten), his El senses tingled, and when he entered the kitchen, he not only saw Max's lunch all over the sink as Lucas held her hair back, but he also found Eleven slumped against the kitchen island.
He tried to make her get up but she was a dead weight, so he had to summon (from deep, deep, deep within) his inner strength and muscles to lift her up.
"I want to lie down." Was the only thing that he understood from the incoherent babble that her lips were saying.
So he had dragged her to the living room, where he found more people playing beer pong on the coffee table and Farty Marty on the couch (how did that kid even got invited, was beyond him), and there was no way in hell he was living El in the middle of that.
So, he dragged her up the stairs in search of a room. He found two busy couples in different rooms, and after a lamp was nearly thrown their way in Kenia's room (she really should've locked the doors), he finally found what appeared to be a guest room.
The bed was neatly made with white pristine-looking sheets, and it looked like the perfect place for his drunk princess to rest.
So, that's how he found himself here.
He eyed her stained sweater and nearly shuddered as he saw bits of the chewed fries they had eaten before coming here.
"I'm going to take this off, okay?" Mike announced as he placed a hand behind her head to lift her up a little, and took the hem of her sweater in the other.
"Not tonight, okay?" She told him sluggishly as she squeezed his wrist again.
"What?" He frowned. "I'm not trying to- You have puke on this!"
"Oh. Take it off." She tried raising her arms, but only managed to knock her fingers on his nose, making him sneeze all over her face from their closeness.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry." He cringed as he took her face in one hand and inspected it for any signs of snot.
"Ew." She pouted, dragging the sleeve of the sweater down her face (hitting herself first).
"Okay, now I'm really taking this off." He nearly gagged as his finger touched a piece of what was previously a very delicious and salty fry, and then tried to gently push her head away from the ruined garment as he slipped it from her head.
"I'm cold." She mumbled, her skin erupting in goosebumps once she was in her bra.
Mike furrowed his eyebrows, glancing down at the sweater in his hand, down to his clothes, and then back to his girlfriend, who was lying on her back again with her arms crossed on top of her chest to shield herself from the cold.
He hadn't really thought about what she was going to wear after he took off the sweater, but he threw the ruined thing on the floor and was in the middle of taking his jean jacket off when the door of the room opened.
"What— We're in here!" He yelped indignantly as he rushed to cover El's exposed front with a pillow.
"What the hell is going on here?" A familiar voice said, and Mike turned around to see Dustin standing half inside the room with a confused expression on his face and what appeared to be a bra tied around his curly head.
"Is that a bra?" Mike frowned.
"Yeah," Dustin grinned as he closed the door behind him. "Poker got intense."
"I don't even want to know where Will is." He shook his head and turned back to a blinking El, who was watching the exchange with hazy eyes.
"Shit, is she okay?" Dustin came closer with a concerned expression.
"Hey, Dustin." El mumbled as she tried to wave at him with her foot.
"Hey, Jean Grey. You okay?" Dustin frowned as he eyed her. El only nodded and closed her eyes again.
"She's way too drunk, Dustin," Mike sighed as he took off his jacket. "Hopper's gonna murder me." He ran a hand through his hair in stress.
"Hey, it's okay. She only has to sleep it off." Dustin shrugged as he patted his shoulder.
"Yes, but now her sweater is ruined and she's falling asleep in a stranger's bed."
"Oh, c'mon, we know Kenia."
"You know what I mean." Mike glared over his shoulder as he leaned down to check if El had fallen asleep.
"Here," Dustin said as he slipped off his shirt. "Use mine."
"Really?" Mike asked as he took the red T-shirt in a fist, already slipping an arm behind El's shoulders to sit her up.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Dustin was still wearing under shirts, and although the boys teased him for it, Mike would definitely buy him an entire pack because he was saving his life now.
"Put my jacket on." He handed his jean jacket to his friend, who took it gratefully and slipped it over his shoulders. He turned around to inspect the room as Mike finally sat El up fully, and flung the pillow back to the headboard.
"Hey, I got you a new shirt. See?" He murmured gently as El frowned confusedly at the fabric that was suddenly around her neck. Mike took her right arm and slipped it inside the right sleeve, and then did the same thing to the left arm.
"Oh, look at that," Mike told her amusedly as he lowered the hem to her hips. "It has a puppy on the front."
"What kind?" El questioned with curious eyes as she grabbed the hem and stretched it away from her to look at the printed image in the front.
"A Beagle." Dustin answered with a chuckle as he came back to stand next to Mike.
El gasped with a smile. "I love Beagles!"
Mike and Dustin shared an amused laugh as El rubbed her eyes tiredly.
"Are you going to stay here with her?" Dustin asked him as Mike gathered her hair and pulled it on top of her head in a high pony tail, tying it with a scrunchie he took from her wrist.
"Yeah. She'll probably take a long nap, and then I'll go find you guys, okay?"
"Yeah, man. Take care of her. I'm going to find Lucas and see if Max is done drunk crying on him." Dustin patted his shoulder again before he turned around and headed for the door.
"Do me a favor and find Will?" Mike requested as he pulled El across the bed.
"Roger that." Dustin saluted and then he was gone.
He lifted the covers and pushed El to the middle of the bed, pausing to take off her shoes first. "Are you feeling okay?" She nodded. "No funny feeling in your stomach?" She shook her head, the end of her ponytail smacking against her cheek. "You're not going to puke on me?" She shook her head again. "Okay." He sighed, pushing her again to make her scoot over as he took off his sneakers, and then he was lying down next to her, pulling her to himself with a hum.
"I'm still cold." She mumbled against his chest.
"I'll keep you warm. Now, just take a nice nap, okay? I'll stay here with you." He kissed her head as he rubbed his hands on her uncovered arms.
He felt her nod, and then she was intertwining their legs while she hugged him, throwing an arm around his stomach with a grunt.
He extended an arm and pressed a switch on the wall, sighing in relief as the lights were turned off.
"You'll be the death of me one day, you know that?" He whispered into the quiet air.
"Mhmh." She agreed with a hum, and then he felt her breathing deeply.
He shifted a little to make himself more comfortable, closing his eyes with another sigh as she slept peacefully in his arms.
I know you guys want more Dustin, so I'm working on it ;) I'm going back to school on Tuesday (*sigh* goodbye days of laziness), so I'm warning you now that the updates might get slower. I'll have less time to write now, so please be patient and wait for the new chapters. I assure you guys I won't be leaving this story. This is my baby! Btw, If you guys have any questions regarding this story, my other stories, or just want to pop by and write to me, my Tumblr is 'heyailin' (lame I know). Also, I wanted to let you know that you guys can request all kind of prompts; AUs, weird pairings, other timelines and such. The ones I won't write: BDSM (there's nothing wrong with it, but I don't feel qualified to write it lol), Incest of any kind, Non-con, smut that doesn't feel right at the moment, and etc. Love you, babies!
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