Ryan blaney, bubba wallace-Drunk

                                    

                                          
Ryan pov: 
Today had sucked, I had sucked. It was Bristol and pretty much everything had gone wrong, I hit the wall in turn 2 and banged the right quarter panel in, which cut the tire, and when it went flat a lap later, I lost control and spun into the inside wall, smashing the front of the car. And it didn't end there I sped on pit road and got a penalty, then I was caught in a pile up on the back stretch. It put me out of the race early, my car was completely destroyed.
Now I'm sitting in my hotel, watching the end of the race. I took a swig of my beer, as Kevin Harvick won. I turned the tv of with a groan. 
I felt terrible for my team, I sucked at Bristol like every year and today I had a good car but nope, I had to mess up. I hugged the rest of my beer and grabbed another one. My solution was to get so drunk I don't remember today. 
Bubba pov: 
I finished in 8 and over all good day. But I was more concerned for Ryan, he has a tendency to be super hard on himself after a rough race, which usually meant he got super drunk. 
After I finished my interviews I went back to the hotel. All the drivers were staying in the same one. Ryan and I always share a room when we stay at hotels. Mainly because Ryan always gets drunk and I don't drink very often so I always make sure he doesn't drink too much. 
I slowly opened the door, scared of what I might find on the other side. I walked in, Ryan was lying on the bed with a beer in his hand. There were a shocking amount of their bottles on the floor.
"How the heck did you manage to drink 8 beers and be on your 9th in like the hour and a half since you got back to the hotel?" I asked shaking my head.
He groaned and took a drink. "Leave me alone." He slurred. I rolled my eyes and picked up the beer bottles, I put them in the garbage and sat down next to Ryan. 
"On a scale of 1-10 how drunk are you?" I asked, not really expecting to even answer it.
"Not drunk enough." He replied. I sighed, 
"You weren't that bad today, just an off race, bad luck." I said, I grabbed his still half full beer and put it with the empty ones. 
"Okay two things, number 1 I suck and you know it, my crashing into the wall and speeding is not bad luck and 2 give me back my beer, if I can still remember the race I'm not drunk enough." Ryan slurred out, sitting up. 
"First of all, you don't suck, we all get caught speeding at some point and second of all, I'm not letting you get that drunk, you'll thank me in the morning." I replied. I lay down on my bed and pulled out my phone. 
Ryan huffed, after a minute of silence he scooted to the edge of his bed and stood up. He immediately fell over. 
I rolled my eyes and looked down at him.
"This is why I don't like it when you get drunk, cause I'm the one who has to pick your sorry butt off the floor." I hugged and stood up. I picked Ryan up bridal style. "Thank goodness your short." I teased him putting him back on the bed. 
"Ruuudddee!" He whined, and slapped me, not hard, it was more like a tap on the face. 
"Man I don't like you when your drunk." I said walking away, "I'm having a shower, don't you dare even think about getting off that bed." I said sternly, Ryan didn't even glance at me, he was tossing a pillow in the air. "This is why I don't drink very often." I muttered to myself. 
When I got out of the shower I was surprised to see Ryan asleep on the bed. I smiled, and sighed with relief. I pulled the covers over him before getting in my bed. 
Ryan pov: 
I woke up to a pounding headache, a nauseous stomach, and the memories of the horrible race yesterday. Tears welled up I my eyes from pain and from disappointment in myself. 
My stomach flipped, I groaned and slowly got out of bed. I walked slowly to the bathroom.
I smiled slightly at Bubba snoring in his bed, but my queasy stomach made it disappear right away. I collapsed in front of the toilet and leaned my head against the wall. 
Two minutes later I started throwing up, after about five minutes I was only dry heaving. I flushed the toilet and lay down on the cold tiles. I let the tears slide down my face.
Bubbas pov: 
I woke up and looked over at Ryan only to find his bed empty. I wondered into the bathroom, almost having a heart attack at seeing him lying on the floor. 
I kneeled beside him, I frowned at the tears flowing down his face. He looked up at me and my heart broke in two at seeing my friend like this. The pain in his blue eyes was terrible. 
"Why are you on the floor?" I asked.
"It's cold." He replied quietly. I rolled my eyes and grabbed him some pain killers. He sat up and swallowed them. 
"Did you throw up?" I asked, he nodded. "Ryan seriously, we all have our bad weeks, heck look at me if I finish in the top twenty it's a good race, if I finish at all it's a good race. We all make mistakes, we're human. Don't beat yourself up over one race. Just use this race as a learning experience and move on, focus ob winning next week." I said and hugged him. He buried his face in my shoulder. 
"What would I do without you?" He muttered.
I laughed,
"Oh man you would be so lost, bored, probably dead from over drinking. The list could go on and on and on." He pulled away and rolled his eyes, 
"You sure know how to be annoying." He said,
"I'm gonna go sleep this hangover off, do whatever you want Bubba, just don't wake me up." He said and walked away. 
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