Warnings: Alcohol use, drunk shenanigans

Word Count: 1256

Request: This one is for @traumatizeddobrik & @Brendons_Man_Slut, who requested that I include tipsy Tyler into something. Here you go :)

Author's Note: Let me tell you, handwriting a fic and then having to type it out all over again is not a fun time. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one shot! It's the last one you get during the week since, you know, PMW stars on Tuesday ;)

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"I look dumb, Ty, this was a bad idea," you groaned upon catching a glimpse of yourself in the side view mirror. "Let's go home so I can get changed."

Tyler reached over and rested a hand on your knee, "Love, everyone is going to look like an idiot. We're all dressed like we're from the 80s."

"You don't think the eye makeup is too much?"

"I think it's just enough."

Tyler leaned over the console and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. You smiled and rested your hand on top of his, giving it a light squeeze.

"Thanks."

"Alright, now let's get in there and show these people how to party."

You took a deep breath before following Tyler out of the car and up the path to Josh's front door. The music inside was already audible, paired with the muffled voices of people screaming lyrics alongside it. Tyler reached over and laced his fingers with yours.

"Hey! If it isn't Joseph and Joseph!" Josh called as you walked into the living room. He was decked out in his own 80s outfit, but had opted for a crown as his headgear - a clear reminder of his birthday status. "Thanks for coming."

"Happy birthday, Josh!" you smiled, pulling him into a hug.

"Thirty years," he sighed. "You look amazing, by the way."

Tyler gave you a gentle nudge in the side, "Told you."

"Tyler! Man! Great to see you! Look at this outfit!"

Josh threw an arm around Tyler and pulled him into a hug. They embraced for a moment before Tyler pulled away. It seemed that Josh had already had his fair share of drinks, and the night was only beginning.

"Thanks, Josh," Tyler smiled, clapping a hand down on his shoulder.

"Drinks and food are in the kitchen, dancing is that way. Who am I kidding? You two know your way around," Josh smiled, waving a hand in your direction.

He quickly became distracted by more people walking through the front door. Tyler wrapped an arm around your waist and led you towards the kitchen. As Josh said, there was a variety of snacks and drinks set out for the taking. You looked through the cooler while Tyler piled up a plate with food.

"Do you want a drink, Ty?"

"Yeah, can you grab me a beer?"

You turned to look at him, "You're going to drink tonight?"

"Just a little, is that ok?"

"Yeah, of course. I just want to make sure one of us is ok to drive home."

Tyler walked over to you, now holding a plate of food in one hand. He rested a hand on your shoulder and squeezed lightly.

"How responsible," he smiled, kissing your cheek again.

"Well one of us has to be."

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An hour and a half later, you were watching Tyler and Josh dance in the middle of a crowd of people. With a little encouragement from Josh, Tyler's one beer had turned into two, then three, then four. Now you were here, watching your tipsy husband and his best friend bust out their best dance moves in the middle of the living room.

"Y/N! Y/N! Watch this," Tyler called, not that it was needed. You hadn't been able to stop watching him and laughing the entire time.

"I'm watching, Ty."

Tyler nodded, straightened out his shirt a little, and proceeded to move his arms in a dramatic circle. You stood and laughed, admiring how little Tyler cared about all the people who were watching him. Years of performing in front of crowds could do that to you, you supposed.

"Come dance with me, love."

You considered his offer for a moment, but ultimately shook your head. One drink wasn't enough to get you on that dance floor.

"Love, please," he whined, sticking out his lower lip. He was still dancing, even though his attention was on trying to get you to join him.

"Ty, there's so many people."

"None of them are watching."

"All of them are watching."

Tyler closed the space between you and reached out, placing his hands on your hips.

"Just try. If you hate it, I won't make you dance anymore."

"Ok, ok. One song."

Tyler immediately began to grin. He just barely pulled on your hips, leading you back to the dance floor. Having Tyler in front of you with his hands on your hips proved to be enough to make you forget about all the other people in the room.

"You know, you have to move your body for it to be considered dancing," Tyler smiled.

"I'm working on it."

Tyler decided to take matters into his own hands - quite literally - and began to move your hips a bit more, mirroring his own. Unsure what to do with your arms, you crossed them over your chest.

"What are you doing that for?"

"Doing what?"

"Crossing your arms."

"What else am I supposed to do?"

"Put them on my shoulders."

"But we aren't slow dancing."

Tyler sighed and dramatically rolled his eyes at you. "Does it matter?"

You finally gave in and put your hands on Tyler's shoulders. He used this as an excuse to pull you closer to him and start swaying a bit more to the music.

"See? Is this so bad?"

"I suppose not."

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You had expected Tyler's tipsiness to wear off by the time you got home, but thanks to a few last-minute beers, he was still acting like the giggly idiot you had first met at a party many years ago.

"Y/N!" Tyler called to you from the living room. "Where are you?"

"In the kitchen, Ty, getting you water."

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because you're drunk and you need it."

"I'm drunk?"

You laughed to yourself as you finished dropping a couple ice cubes into a glass.

"Yes, Ty, you're very drunk."

Tyler sat up from where he had collapsed down onto the couch so that he could look at you. He was still wearing his fake glasses, but they had gone a bit askew after laying on the couch. His hair had also become a bit of a ruffled mess.

"Thanks," he mumbled as he took the water from your hand.

You walked around and took a seat by his knees. He had leaned back into the couch and was taking tiny sips from the glass.

"Hey, you want to know something, love?"

You rested a hand on his knee, "What is that?"

"I love you and I think you're the most beautiful person in the world."

You were unable to stop the smile that immediately spread across your face at Tyler's compliment.

"I love you, too."

"And I think you're the sexiest mo-"

"Ty! Ty, hey, tone it down a little."

"Sorry," he giggled, bringing the cup to his lips. "I just wanted to make sure you knew."

"I know. Don't worry."

Tyler's mouth curled up into a smile as he glanced around the room. You sat and admired him, wondering how he could still be so sweet while this drunk.

"While you drink that, I'm going to run upstairs and grab pajamas for us so we can be comfy while we watch a movie, ok?"

"Ok."

You started to walk past Tyler, but he caught your arm.

"Promise you're coming back?"

"I promise," you smiled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips. It tasted like alcohol.

"Hurry back," he called as you were halfway up the stairs.

"Don't worry. I always will."