Alcohol can help, or hurt. Or sometimes, both.
Grace squeaked loudly as Bryant tossed her over his shoulder. "Okay. I've got my entertainment for the night!" He announced with a grin.
She wiggled, foot flailing dangerously close to his crotch. "Bryant! Put me down!"
"Chill, Baby G. I've got you." Her wiggling caused his grip to slip a little just after his statement. The jerk she received when he caught her earned another loud squeak.
"Dude, put her down," Harrison moved over with a grin. "You're way to plastered to be carrying her that way. Plus, if she shrieks again I'm gonna lose my hearing."
With a soft grumble, Bryant relented and set her gently back on her feet. "I need another beer anyway," he murmured before he moved off.
Grace leaned up and kissed Harrison's cheek. "My savior."
He just smiled and set an arm around her waist to lead her to the bar for another glass. This whole night had started because Conor had just broken up with her and in the boys' mind, there's nothing better to dull the pain than alcohol. Especially when her parents were in Europe on business. So far, the mission to cheer her up was a complete success. In the, she was so drunk even Bryant's manhandling grips of her weren't even pissing her off; she just retreated behind someone else for safety.
After another finished glass, she'd stopped counting very much earlier, her hand settled on her stomach. " I need..." Her words paused, head canted to the side as she tried to locate the word for what it was she wanted. "Food!"
Turning on her heel to head to the kitchen, she stumbled into Jude. She smiled up at him as his arm slide around her waist for support. "Why don't I help you, Gracie." It wasn't a question, and he didn't wait for any answer as he lead her to the kitchen.
He stayed at the island, watching her carefully as she moved around and got things for a couple sandwiches. Everything gathered, she set to making them with her lower lip caught between her teeth in concentration.
A soft sound from Jude pulled her head up and she found his lips on hers. It was a quick kiss, soft and rash and over just as quickly as it had started. It left her blinking a little at him as her tongue darted out along her bottom lip which tasted of alcohol and something she was assuming was strictly Jude. It's not more than another moment of watching him before she moves forward to kiss him, arms around his neck to pull him close. A soft sound is fed into the kiss when she feels his hands on her ass to pull her just a little closer.
A loud shout from Bryant, way too close for comfort, has them separating like shrapnel. Both looking everywhere but at each other as he walks into the kitchen, too drunk to notice the change in his friends. "Chips?"
The cabinet they're in is pointed at before she turned to finish the sandwiches. A finished one is passed to Jude, lip between her teeth again and a slight blush to her cheeks when their fingers brush as he takes the sandwich. She jumped slightly when Bryant's arm settles around her shoulders and he grins at her. "Back to the party, you two."
She doesn't argue when Bryant lead her back to the room with everyone else, one glance spared over her shoulder as Jude followed behind them.
The rest of the night passed in a bit of a blur for her. More alcohol is had, more joking around, but not more of Jude. A part of her is sad that he seemed careful and determined to keep space between them. By the next afternoon, curled up in her bed with the boys littered around her floor, she only has the vague feel of lips on hers and no real memory of what happened.
She wiggled, foot flailing dangerously close to his crotch. "Bryant! Put me down!"
"Chill, Baby G. I've got you." Her wiggling caused his grip to slip a little just after his statement. The jerk she received when he caught her earned another loud squeak.
"Dude, put her down," Harrison moved over with a grin. "You're way to plastered to be carrying her that way. Plus, if she shrieks again I'm gonna lose my hearing."
With a soft grumble, Bryant relented and set her gently back on her feet. "I need another beer anyway," he murmured before he moved off.
Grace leaned up and kissed Harrison's cheek. "My savior."
He just smiled and set an arm around her waist to lead her to the bar for another glass. This whole night had started because Conor had just broken up with her and in the boys' mind, there's nothing better to dull the pain than alcohol. Especially when her parents were in Europe on business. So far, the mission to cheer her up was a complete success. In the, she was so drunk even Bryant's manhandling grips of her weren't even pissing her off; she just retreated behind someone else for safety.
After another finished glass, she'd stopped counting very much earlier, her hand settled on her stomach. " I need..." Her words paused, head canted to the side as she tried to locate the word for what it was she wanted. "Food!"
Turning on her heel to head to the kitchen, she stumbled into Jude. She smiled up at him as his arm slide around her waist for support. "Why don't I help you, Gracie." It wasn't a question, and he didn't wait for any answer as he lead her to the kitchen.
He stayed at the island, watching her carefully as she moved around and got things for a couple sandwiches. Everything gathered, she set to making them with her lower lip caught between her teeth in concentration.
A soft sound from Jude pulled her head up and she found his lips on hers. It was a quick kiss, soft and rash and over just as quickly as it had started. It left her blinking a little at him as her tongue darted out along her bottom lip which tasted of alcohol and something she was assuming was strictly Jude. It's not more than another moment of watching him before she moves forward to kiss him, arms around his neck to pull him close. A soft sound is fed into the kiss when she feels his hands on her ass to pull her just a little closer.
A loud shout from Bryant, way too close for comfort, has them separating like shrapnel. Both looking everywhere but at each other as he walks into the kitchen, too drunk to notice the change in his friends. "Chips?"
The cabinet they're in is pointed at before she turned to finish the sandwiches. A finished one is passed to Jude, lip between her teeth again and a slight blush to her cheeks when their fingers brush as he takes the sandwich. She jumped slightly when Bryant's arm settles around her shoulders and he grins at her. "Back to the party, you two."
She doesn't argue when Bryant lead her back to the room with everyone else, one glance spared over her shoulder as Jude followed behind them.
The rest of the night passed in a bit of a blur for her. More alcohol is had, more joking around, but not more of Jude. A part of her is sad that he seemed careful and determined to keep space between them. By the next afternoon, curled up in her bed with the boys littered around her floor, she only has the vague feel of lips on hers and no real memory of what happened.