Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing

Word Count: 1449

Your phone started to ring, waking you up from the dream you had been having. Groaning loudly, you rolled over and answered.

"Hello?" your voice was hoarse from sleep.

"Heeeeeeey, sweetheart."

You recognized Josh's voice immediately. And by the use of his favored pet name for you, he was drunk off his ass yet again.

"What do you want, Josh?" you asked.

Dealing with drunk Josh was the last thing you felt like doing right now, especially since he had woken you up in the middle of the night.

"I was just calling to tell you how beautiful you are."

You felt your heart start to race, even though his words were empty. You were far from the first woman that he had told that to tonight.

"Do you need me to pick you up?" you grumbled.

"Nah, the night is just getting started."

You got up from bed and grabbed some shorts that you had tossed aside the night before.

"I'm coming to get you, where are you?"

"I don't need to be picked up."

You somehow managed to pull on your shorts with one hand.

"I'll ask you one more time, where are you?"

You heard him groan loudly on the other line, "The bar on the other side of town. The one with the green door."

"I'll be there in ten," you said shortly before ending the call.

You could hear the thumping music from inside the bar before you had even shut the car off. A couple of people were leaned against the brick building, smoking cigarettes and laughing with one another. You locked the car behind you and walked through the door.

Smoke clouded most of the room as you looked around for the familiar bright yellow of Josh's hair. You quickly spotted him sat at the bar, flirting relentlessly with some blonde. He had obviously forgotten about you coming to pick him up.

"Alright, Josh, that's enough," you said, grabbing him by the arm as you walked up to him.

The girl looked at you with disdain, "Who are you?" she spat.

"A friend," you shot her a look before pulling Josh off the stool and dragging him out.

"Look at you, getting all feisty," Josh laughed as you walked him through the bar.

You rolled your eyes and brought him out to the car.

"Are you going to be able to get in on your own or are you so drunk that you can't open a door properly?" you hissed.

"I got it, sweetheart," he said as he opened the door.

You climbed inside and turned on the car. Josh clicked his seatbelt and leaned his chair back.

"You better not throw up all over my car," you warned.

"I don't plan on it, sweetheart."

Josh continued to call you pet names and flirt with you on the way home, it was what happened when he got drunk. Tyler had always been the fun one to be around when he was drunk, although it was rare that that happened anymore.

You parked in your normal spot on the side of the building. Josh took awhile to get out of the car, much to your dismay.

"Do you have your apartment key?" you asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I wasn't planning on coming home, if you know what I mean," he said, shooting you a wink.

"You're atrocious," you groaned.

Josh trailed slowly behind you as you walked across the parking lot. More than a few times he almost fell face first onto the pavement, causing you to spin around in a panic. By the time you reached the door to the lobby, you were one stumble away from punching him straight in the nose just to knock him out. Dragging him upstairs would be lightyears easier than what you were going through now.

"You should wear those shorts more often, they make your butt look good," he slurred.

You punched the elevator button before pulling your shorts down a bit further. Josh continued to stumble around behind you.

"I cannot believe you left your apartment key at home," you grumbled as you stepped into the elevator.

"I already told you, I didn't plan on coming home," he slurred. "Even now I might not," he smirked, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

"Yeah, you'll be sleeping on my couch."

Josh groaned loudly as you stomped out of the elevator. You walked up to the door and swung it open before spinning around and waiting for a stumbling Josh to make his way into the apartment.

"I just don't see why I can't go home, it's right there!" he exclaimed.

"Because I'm not going to bother Tyler with your stupidity," you said, shutting and locking the door behind you. "Take off your shoes."

He bent down and unlaced his shoes before kicking them off by the wall.

"Go lay down on the couch while I grab you some blankets."

He started to walk in the general direction of the living room, so you headed down the hall towards the closet. A blanket was stuffed up on the top shelf and after a brief moment of executing your climbing skills, you had it tucked safely under your arm. The pillow was easier to grab, being only at about eye level.

Josh was already half asleep on the couch when you returned. Deciding just to let him sleep since he was less annoying that way anyway, you gently lifted up his head and slid the pillow under it. He barely moved as you threw the blanket over him and ensured his feet were covered.

You took a moment to watch him, just to make sure that he was stable before returning to your own room. Your pajamas were still in a discarded heap on the floor, so you quickly pulled them on and crawled back into your bed.

When you woke up the next morning, Josh was still fast asleep on the couch. You lazily shuffled across the wooden floors to the kitchen to grab yourself a bowl of cereal.

Just as you started to walk around the counter to the stools, Josh started stirring on the couch. You hopped into a stool and spun around to face him.

"'Morning, princess," you smiled as his eyes blinked open.

"Where am I-woah-ow," he said, reaching up and grabbing his head.

You hopped back off the stool, leaving your cereal temporarily abandoned in pursuit of some pain meds. Based on how drunk he had been acting last night, his headache was bound to be a terrible one.

"Take these," you said, shoving a couple of pills and a glass of water into his hand.

While he was doing that, you grabbed your cereal and walked back over to the armchair, throwing your legs over the side.

"What happened last night?" he asked.

"Let's see, it started when you called me at three in the morning to 'tell me how beautiful I am'. Then I had to come and pick you up from a bar on the other side of town, except you didn't have your apartment key because you hadn't planned on coming home last night, so I brought you in here and stuck you on the couch," you smiled sarcastically.

He stared at you blankly for a little while, but whether it was because he was processing things slowly or trying to tell if you were telling the truth, you couldn't tell.

"I'm really sorry I put you through that."

"Wasn't the first time," you grumbled. "You should just be happy that you didn't call Tyler."

Your conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Speak of the devil," you said under your breath as you stood up.

Based on how these nights usually went down, the chances of it being Tyler at the door were very high. Sure enough, when you swung the door open, a very worried looking Tyler was on the other side.

"Have you seen Josh recently?"

You swung the door open further, making Josh visible. The worried look on Tyler's face quickly turned to anger as he stormed inside.

"Wait," you said, just as Tyler opened his mouth.

Tyler spun around to face you, his eyebrows knit together and his eyes tight.

"As much as I love you two, do you mind taking this to your own apartment?"

"Fine," Tyler managed.

Tyler stormed quickly out of the apartment, followed less than closely by a shuffling Josh.

"Good luck," you said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

You swung the door closed and walked back over to where your cereal was sitting, happily adding another Drunk Josh fiasco under your belt.