drunk

                                    

                                          
"michael let's go." said a voice, from outside the door.
                          
michael groaned and threw his back. "yep." he responded. the footsteps descended and michael buried his face in the crook for your neck. 
                          
"well? don't keep them waiting!" you giggled. michael chuckled lightly into your neck then groaned again.
                          
"this is the last time that i am tagging along. i'm sick of listening to old men talk." he protested. you laughed loudly. 
                          
he rose his head up and used a hand to turn your face towards his. you lopsidedly grinned at him. michael kissed your lips harshly. your lips moved in immediate motion with his. but his kiss was getting a little sloppy. you picked up on his attempt to seduce you, and quickly grabbed his face and pryed him off from you.
                          
michael quietly whined as you rose your eyebrows. "michael go." you said with your best straight face. michael didn't move. "gooo." you said, stifling a small laugh. he didn't move.
                          
you groaned and unwrapped his arms from around you. you pushed his backwards and turned around to look down on him. 
                          
he looked you up and down and lunged toward you. he grabbed your and flung your body over his shoulder. you could hardly breath from laughter and we're trying your best to wiggle out of his grip.
                          
you heard him snicker as he stood up and walked towards the door. 
                          
"michael what are you doing?!" you yelped. "your coming with." he said. you wheezed and tried prying him off. "michael no s-stop, michael" you struggled to say as your laughter overtook you.
                          
"no you come with." he politely said. "MICHAELLL." you groaned. he audibly sighed loudly and lowered you down to your feet. you crossed your arms and furrowed your eyebrows up at him.
                          
michael rose his eyebrow. you bit your lip, trying not to giggle. he rolled his eyes and grabbed the back of your head. he pressed a kiss to your forehead. then he chuckled under his breath as he swung the door open. he took one last look at you. those big gorgeous eyes, his defined jawline, his messy hair. you couldn't help but smile. he smiled a shit eating grin and walked out the door. this time, not locking it. he must've trusted you. 
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a little later in the evening, while you were playing solitaire, connie came in.
                          
"hey doll, come out here for a drink." she squeaked. you furrowed your brow. "i don't think i'm supposed to-" connie cut you off. "oh cmon, everybody is gone. you deserve some time out of this hellhole, don't ya?" she sung. you shrugged and slowly nodded.
                          
"andiamo!" she chirped, grabbing your hand. you followed along. you were pretty bored. and you definitely DID deserve some time out of here. 
                          
connies brought you down the hall, down the steps and into the big living room. the room was empty, except for someone sleeping in an armchair. you looked at connie and cocked your head towards the man. "hm? oh that's only fredo." she smiled.
                          
"FREDO." she suddenly yelled. fredo jumped and looked around clueless. he saw you and connie and relaxed into his chair again. "what." he slurred. "this is y/n." connie said.
                          
he opened an eye to look at you and nodded. "we met." he yawned. connie cleared her throat and gestured her head towards you. fredo rubbed his eyes and put on a smile. "i didn't mean to be rude. we haven't formally met i guess. i'm fredo. alfredo but don't call me that." he trailed off.
                          
"y/n." you smiled. 
                          
"lets drink." connie cheered. she skipped over to a table and poured you some type of alcohol, poured herself one, then sat down on the long couch next to you.