"I-I can't f-feel m-my head." Jacob's hand flew to his face immediately and let out a dramatic sigh. "O-oh g-good, it's s-still there." He covered his face mouth with his hands as a poor attempt to muffle his laughter. He tilted his head up slightly to look at the guy in front of him. He reached out a hand and poked his chest. He wasn't sure why, he just felt like it was something he had to do. He looked back up. "Y-you're pretty. I-it's h-hoy in here." He went to take a sip of his drink and frowned. "I-it's empty."
Samil tried to ignore the flirtatious comment, clearing his throat and hoping his face wasn't too red. He put a hand on the guy's wrist and gently pried the cup away from him. "Probably a good thing that it's empty, lightweight. You're drunk as hell already, and trust me when I say you do not want to pass out at a party."
(My phone is on crack so if my messages are weird that's why.)
Jacob pouted as the cup was pulled away from him. He attempted to get it back, but only succeeded in smacking him, which really probably only felt like a love tap. He tried to apologize but it just came out as a gift to not stuttering slur. He reached out to started touching him, because un his head as that would somehow make everything better.
(lmao it's fine
also touching him where? on his face? please specify lmao)
(okay lol thanks)
Samil's body stiffened when Jacob touched him, and he cleared his throat, pushing his hands away. "Yeah, you've definitely had a little too much," he said, laughing nervously. Why am I getting flustered? he thought, clearing his throat. "How long have you been here? And how much did you drink?"
Jacob shrugged. In all honesty, he only heard half of what he said. He turned his head, looking around. He decided he wanted to go somewhere, though he wasn't sure. His head was all fuzzy and warm. He could barely feel his fingertip much less his feet and where they were going. He barely took a couple steps, well, more like stumbled a few steps before he tripped, possibly over the air or maybe not. All he knew was that the floor was rushing very quickly to meet his face.
Samil surged forward to catch him before he fell. He wrapped an arm around him and pulled him back up, laughing a bit. "Alright, I think this is a sign that it's time for you to go home. You got a phone? Anybody you can call?"
Jacob leaned back into him, sighing. "Y-you're c-comfy." He cooed and turned so their chests were pressed against each other. He shrugged his shoulders again. "i-i'm tired." He yawned. He was going to regret drinking so much in the morning. But he wasn't worried about it at the moment.
Samil wanted to push Jacob away, but he was frozen in place, blushing furiously. God damn this cute son of a bitch, he thought angrily. "Yeah, I bet you are. If you don't have a phone, maybe I can call an Uber for you or something." He'd offer to drive, but he had been drinking a bit, and he wasn't about to be a moron and drive while tipsy.
Jacob shrugged his shoulders again. "C-can I s-stay w-with you?" He asked, looking up at him with a puppy dog face. "Please?" Jacob was warm an comfortable in his embrace, he never wanted to leave.
Samil gently pushed Jacob off of him, not wanting anybody to stare and get any ideas. The last thing he needed was everybody finding out a rumor going around that he was gay. "Not so sure that's a good idea. My house is a bit of a disaster, you wouldn't want to crash there. Trust me."
Jacob pouted. "F-fine. I-I'll just s-stay h-here." Jacob then proceeded to plop down on the floor and laid down. It wasn't comfortable in the slightest, but it felt like heaven in his drunken mind. He stretched his arms before curling in a ball. After a moment, he placed his hands over his ears. It was too loud. The music was hurting his ears.
"No no, I'm getting you somewhere safe. I don't want to feel responsible if something happens to you at this party because you're drunk." He sighed, kneeling down next to Jacob and putting a hand on his arm. "I'll take you somewhere quiet and get you some coffee so you can sober up. Then I can get you home. How does that sound?"
"I-I d-don't like coffee," Jacob mumbled. he turned his head towards him, his eyes fluttering open, though he wanted o close them again. Could he not be left in peace? He just wanted to sleep. He was tired, his eyes droopy. He covered his mouth as he yawned. "I'm t-tired." He repeated again.
"I know that, you've told me. But you can't sleep here." He pulled gently at his arm, hoping he would get up so he wouldn't have to carry him to a bedroom to sleep. "Don't pass out on me now, just stay awake for another minute and you can sleep in a nice, comfy bed."
(Writing stuttering is a pain in the ass lol)
Jacob frowned and looked away. "I-I don't want t-to s-stay here. I-I w-want t-to go h-home." He whined. The buzz was slowly starting to die and his head was starting to hurt. He wanted to crawl under his covers and never come out again.
(I'm about to take a test so I might disappear for a little while)
(okay)
"You can do that, if you want. I can get you home, you just have to tell me how to get you there," he said. "We should probably get somewhere quiet, at least for now."
Jacob held out his hand, signally help to get up. He didn't think he would be able to get up on his own. "O-okay." He said. The other hand flew to his head and he clutched it. He hurt.
Samil sighed and took his hand. He pulled Jacob up to his feet, putting one hand on his shoulder to steady him so he wouldn't fall. "You good?"
Jacob just pressed his hands over his ear, the loud music making his head pound harder. He leaned slightly into the guy that was helping hold him up, so he wouldn't topple over.
"Alright, let's get you to a quiet place," Samil said softly. He put an arm around him, just in case he was too drunk to walk properly. Why am I doing this? He thought to himself. Why am I going out of my way to help this guy?
But there was no point in questioning it now, he had already helped him up. He can't just stop helping him, he promised to get him home.
Jacob leaned into him more, enjoying his warmth. He sighed, clutching his head harder. His eyes were cast down, letting him lead. He felt too overwhelmed. He wanted to go home and crawl into a hole and never come out again.
"Here, we can go upstairs to a bedroom, where it's quiet, then you can call somebody who can come pick you up. That sound okay?" He asked.
