It's a night to remember. Maxwell is bringing you to this fabulous gala fundraiser event.

You can't wait! That is, until Maxwell gets drunk and starts acting like an ass.

Some swearing and innuendo and people acting stupid drunk.

........

You're positively beside yourself. Maxwell is taking you out and it's going to a magical night.

You cling to Maxwell arm, just taking everything in. Maxwell moves your arm so he can open the door for you.

"After you, my sweet girl," Maxwell says, giving you a sweeping bow. You giggle. He's such a dork sometimes!

"Silly boy," you say, cupping one of Maxwell's cheeks in your hand. Maxwell stares hungrily into your eyes and you get lost in them.

"Am I?" Maxwell plants his hands on your waist, holding you close.

"Perhaps we should blow off this silly gala and run back home?"

"Maxwell, no. I've been looking forward to this all month." Maxwell sighs, giving you his pouty look.

You take his hand and gently pull him along. You know that Maxwell wants this.

You just have to remind him of that.

.......

Ooh, there's dancing! And champagne! And the food is simply divine. (You're pretty sure that you've never had crab cakes before in your life.)

You enjoy looking at everything that's going to get auctioned off, to help raise money for the children's hospital, here in Washington DC. Some people really went all out.

There's an actual sail boat. And some famous actors donations some of their own personal paintings and rare copies of books and sculptors.

Your favorite thing to do, though, is dance with Maxwell, his arms around you, making you feel safe. He keeps sneaking in kisses and you feel your face heat up.

"Are you having a good time, Y/N?" Maxwell asks aa he slowly twirls you both around.

"Oh, yes!" Maxwell grins.

"I'm so glad to hear that."

.......

Unfortunately, the tides turn quickly. Maxwell, apparently, can't hold his liquor too well.

He's had far too much to drink and is beginning to act like an ass. He's nearly tripped over several people. Important people.

And...he keeps making inappropriate comments towards any female that he comes in contact with. You feel like storming out and letting Maxwell get himself out of this ridiculous mess.

However, sigh, you're not that cold hearted. You grab Max by the arm, practically pulling his drunk and sorry ass outside, into the fresh night air.

You'd also grabbed a few cups of hot, black coffee. You make Maxwell sit down on a bench by the museum and sit down next to him, telling him to drink the coffee.

"This stuff is shit!" Maxwell exclaims. You don't say anything for a few minutes. Actually, you're struggling not to cry.

You lose control and start sniffling. Maxwell realizes what's happening and he reaches for your hand. You let him hold it.

"I'm...soo...sorry," Maxwell slurs. Ooh, you just want to punch him! Why did he have to go and ruin everything?

"You're an ass," you snap, as you start digging in your purse for some tissues. You blow your nose.

"I don't know what came over me, my sweet. But I wouldn't blame you one bit if you never wanted to see me ever again."

You sigh. You replace the used tissue back into your purse. You stare at the lights all over the city.

"I wouldn't do that, Maxwell. However, I don't think it would be wise for us to return to the gala."

You're disappointed at that. But you don't need Maxwell getting himself into even more trouble.

You spot a pay phone just a few feet away and start digging for loose change in your purse. You stand.

"I'm going to call us a cab. You stay put, Maxwell Lord, or you'll really end up in trouble!"

Maxwell at least has the decency to look ashamed. (And a little sick, too. Serves him right.)

You go call for a cab and then wait for them to come and take you and Maxwell back home.

......

Maxwell ends up ill not long after you arrive home. You're thankful that he wasn't sick in the taxi. That would have really been good. Not.

You help Max get cleaned up and into bed. He's moaning and groaning about how awful he feels. You don't feel much sympathy for him.

"Maybe next time, you won't drink so damn much," you scold him. Maxwell nods. He looks miserable. You pull the blankets up over him and snuggle against his back.

"So, there will actually be a next time?" Max's eyes are beginning to droop.

You kiss his forehead and wrap your arm around his middle.

"I suppose so. As long as you behave yourself better."

"I...will. Good night."

"Good night." Soon, Maxwell is snoring away. You smile. What a dork. But you love him anyways.

Most of the time.