Drunk as a skunk.

I watch as Victors body just falls to the floor, one second he's sitting on the stool and the next gone. "Oh shit!" I say under my breath, "MIKE!" I yell and rush around the end of the bar, and rush to where Victor lays. I check around his body looking for any signs of blood, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh." I mutter, "MIKE!" I yell again.

"What's up Jade?" I hear Mike behind me then, "What the fuck happened to him?" he knees next to Victors head.

"I don't know, we were just talking and then he fell." I told Mike.

Mike slaps his face, "Victor get up." Victor groans and mumbles something. "Oh, thank goodness!" I whisper.

"He's definitely had too much, he needs sleep and water."

"Mike, do you think you can help me get him upstairs?"

"Yeah, help me sit him up." Mike grabs his arm and I grab the other, Victors head lolls back and I place my other hand behind it for support. "Victor, we're gonna take you upstairs. Could use some of your help."

Victor hums and lifts his head away from my hand. He looks like a newborn baby who can't quite support his noggin. His eyes open slightly, and he looks at me, "You're pretty."

I laugh, "You too bud, c'mon on your feet." Victor starts to get up, Mike and I on both sides of him. When he gets up, we lead him towards the door that leads to my apartment.

"Is this a secret doorway?" Victor whispers excitedly, causing Mike and I to both laugh.

"Yeah, to a magical place." I respond, still laughing.

"Okay!"

Victor trips and giggles like a little girl the whole way up, and thankfully Mike is able to help him as I walk ahead to open the door. We lead him to the couch in my small living room.

"Wow." Victor whispers again, looking around the room. It's hilarious to see this grown handsome guy with a childlike quality. I highly doubt I'll ever see this again. I pat his shoulder, "I'm going to get you some water, okay?"  He looks at me in wonder, "Are you a princess?"  I smile wide, "You look like a princess." He says. I move my hand to his cheek, and he seems to move into the gesture, embracing my touch. Then suddenly his body goes lack, and he drops down onto the couch, his legs hanging off.

"You gonna be okay?" Mike asks from next to me. I look at him, "Yeah, I'll be good."

"You make sure you lock your bedroom door, okay?" I look at him oddly. "We all know Victor is a good guy, but he's black out drunk and not in his own home. I'll sleep better knowing you've locked your door."

"Okay." I concede. "I'll be down in a few minutes." I tell him as he moves to my first door.

"Don't worry about it, we'll close up."

"Are you sure?" I ask him.

"Yeah, we've only got another hour or so. You take care of sleeping beauty there, make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit." Mike says, and a loud snore rips through the room, making us both laugh.

"Alright, thanks for your help." I tell him as he steps out into the hallway of the stairwell.

"Sure thing." He points at me, "Lock your door." And moves down the stairs, and I close my front door and focus on the white lump on my red couch. I walk into my small kitchen and grab the bottle of Advil from a cabinet, and a bottle of water from the fridge. With both items in my hands, I return to my living room and place them on the coffee table. I turn and pick up Vic's legs and position them on the couch, then remove his shoes. I take a seat on the coffee table and looking at his sleeping face, relaxed and peaceful. Long lashes rest on his cheek which bridge to his strong perfectly shaped nose. Soft consistent breathing puff from his plump kissable lips. His face is perfectly proportioned. His soft hair is mussed, and a strand falls onto his forehead, without thought I reach out and push it back up. His lip twitches, and I snatch my hand back as he mumbles a completely coherent sentence, "Sexy sassy sexpot."

What in the world.

Okay, I need to stop being a creeper. I stand and move to the small hall and to my bathroom, locking the door and taking a quick shower to remove the bar smells. After my shower, I wrap a towel around my body and peek my head out to make sure the lug didn't move, and sure enough, he's still out. I sneak to my room and get ready for bed, Em laying on my pillow waiting for me. She greets me with a meow. I dress into my night attire, a long shirt and sleep shorts, turn on the tv, making sure to have the volume low and settle into bed. The night replays in my head, Victor is on my couch, drunk as a skunk.

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