so this happened.
i somehow wrote 800 words of ZQ and MV bffness because of this one picture of them recently hanging out and heading to a party.
The moment that Zach decided that Milo would make a good pillow was the moment that Milo figured that tequila was a bitch. Zach had pressed himself up against Milo’s back and buried his face in Milo’s neck. Zach also demolished an entire bottle of tequila and Milo is his designated driver.
“You’re so warm, Milo,” Zach giggled as he nuzzled Milo’s neck. “I love tequila.”
Milo simply patted Zach on the arm and let Zach ramble on about the joys of drinking and his favorite liquors as he sipped his own soda and checked his phone. “You didn’t eat the worm, did you?”
“Worms are gross, man.” Zach replied with surprising lucidity. “They wiggle.” He then let out a belch; Milo scowled at the stench of alcohol on his friend’s breath.
“Dude. Really?”
“Sorry,” Zach apologized with a wobbling in his voice and put on an exaggerated pout. “Forgive me?” Milo just chuckled and gave Zach a friendly shove off his back. Zach just grinned and slumped back into his original position against Milo’s back. He then held up the empty tequila bottle with a stupid grin on his face. “This is some good shit, man.”
“Okay, buddy. I think it’s time for us to go,” Milo said as he tried to get up but Zach was still clinging to him like a drunken starfish. “Hey, no piggybacks, dude! You’re at least sixty pounds heavier than me.”
Zach slumped over on the seats as Milo finally gave him the slip. “You bench press weights my size.”
“The difference is that you’re drunk and wobble around,” Milo grinned as he shoved Zach in the shoulder. “You’ll just hit me in the face. Come on, Quinto. Up.” He lifted Zach’s arm around his shoulder and hefted Zach up and off the seats. Zach just clung to him as they managed to slip out of the party and into Milo’s rented Cadillac without anyone spotting them. Once he dumped Zach in the back seat of his car, Milo sent off a few text messages to the friends that had come with them to the party that they had to leave early because Zach fell asleep in the booth. As he drove away, Milo looked up into the rearview mirror and snorted as Zach started to wiggle his fingers and sing to himself. Tequila really was a hell of a drink.
Once they reached Zach’s apartment, Milo managed to fish the keys out of Zach’s pocket and opened the door. He dragged Zach to the bedroom and dumped him on the bed.
“Home?” Zach asked with half-lidded eyes. The alcohol was starting to make him sleepy and as he half-heartedly kicked off his boots, curled up in the middle of the bed. “It feels like clouds.”
“Yeah,” Milo said as he prodded Zach into a more comfortable sleeping position. He slumped down on the large bed and huh, Zach was right. This bed really was comfortable like clouds. He turned to comment to Zach only to see that Zach was already out like a light and snoring lightly. Milo checked his watched and deciding that it was far too late to go back to his hotel, gently prodded Zach to scoot over; he kicked off his own boots and slipped under the covers, falling asleep within minutes.
Zach woke up to a pounding headache. Fuck, why did he think it would be a good idea to drink that much red wine and tequila? He rubbed at his temple and then stretched his arms for a bit before his hand came into contact with something warm. Confused, he looked to his right to see Milo still asleep and slightly drooling. He sat up with wide eyes and then clutched his head in pain, but once the immediate pain lowered to a dull thumping, Zach realized that both he and Milo were still dressed in their clothes from the night before. He flopped back onto the bed with a sigh of relief, but accidentally waking Milo in the process.
Milo blinked and rubbed his eyes as he yawned. “Morning, Z.”
“Morning. How much did I drink last night?” Zach said.
“One bottle of tequila and three-quarters of a wine bottle; I think you had a few shots of other stuff too.” Milo said. “Damn, Quinto.”
“And you’re in my bed why?”
“Too frigging tired after dragging your wasted ass back here,” Milo sat up. “Your bed feels like clouds. That’s your words, by the way.”
“That’s why I bought it,” Zach grinned. He then added as he held out a fist, “Tequila’s a bitch.”
Milo chuckled as he bumped his fist against Zach’s. “Yeah. I’m starving.”
“There’s a sweet Indian place nearby and it goes great with my bitchin' hangover. You game?”
“Sure,” Milo yawned.
The moment that Zach decided that Milo would make a good pillow was the moment that Milo figured that tequila was a bitch. Zach had pressed himself up against Milo’s back and buried his face in Milo’s neck. Zach also demolished an entire bottle of tequila and Milo is his designated driver.
“You’re so warm, Milo,” Zach giggled as he nuzzled Milo’s neck. “I love tequila.”
Milo simply patted Zach on the arm and let Zach ramble on about the joys of drinking and his favorite liquors as he sipped his own soda and checked his phone. “You didn’t eat the worm, did you?”
“Worms are gross, man.” Zach replied with surprising lucidity. “They wiggle.” He then let out a belch; Milo scowled at the stench of alcohol on his friend’s breath.
“Dude. Really?”
“Sorry,” Zach apologized with a wobbling in his voice and put on an exaggerated pout. “Forgive me?” Milo just chuckled and gave Zach a friendly shove off his back. Zach just grinned and slumped back into his original position against Milo’s back. He then held up the empty tequila bottle with a stupid grin on his face. “This is some good shit, man.”
“Okay, buddy. I think it’s time for us to go,” Milo said as he tried to get up but Zach was still clinging to him like a drunken starfish. “Hey, no piggybacks, dude! You’re at least sixty pounds heavier than me.”
Zach slumped over on the seats as Milo finally gave him the slip. “You bench press weights my size.”
“The difference is that you’re drunk and wobble around,” Milo grinned as he shoved Zach in the shoulder. “You’ll just hit me in the face. Come on, Quinto. Up.” He lifted Zach’s arm around his shoulder and hefted Zach up and off the seats. Zach just clung to him as they managed to slip out of the party and into Milo’s rented Cadillac without anyone spotting them. Once he dumped Zach in the back seat of his car, Milo sent off a few text messages to the friends that had come with them to the party that they had to leave early because Zach fell asleep in the booth. As he drove away, Milo looked up into the rearview mirror and snorted as Zach started to wiggle his fingers and sing to himself. Tequila really was a hell of a drink.
Once they reached Zach’s apartment, Milo managed to fish the keys out of Zach’s pocket and opened the door. He dragged Zach to the bedroom and dumped him on the bed.
“Home?” Zach asked with half-lidded eyes. The alcohol was starting to make him sleepy and as he half-heartedly kicked off his boots, curled up in the middle of the bed. “It feels like clouds.”
“Yeah,” Milo said as he prodded Zach into a more comfortable sleeping position. He slumped down on the large bed and huh, Zach was right. This bed really was comfortable like clouds. He turned to comment to Zach only to see that Zach was already out like a light and snoring lightly. Milo checked his watched and deciding that it was far too late to go back to his hotel, gently prodded Zach to scoot over; he kicked off his own boots and slipped under the covers, falling asleep within minutes.
Zach woke up to a pounding headache. Fuck, why did he think it would be a good idea to drink that much red wine and tequila? He rubbed at his temple and then stretched his arms for a bit before his hand came into contact with something warm. Confused, he looked to his right to see Milo still asleep and slightly drooling. He sat up with wide eyes and then clutched his head in pain, but once the immediate pain lowered to a dull thumping, Zach realized that both he and Milo were still dressed in their clothes from the night before. He flopped back onto the bed with a sigh of relief, but accidentally waking Milo in the process.
Milo blinked and rubbed his eyes as he yawned. “Morning, Z.”
“Morning. How much did I drink last night?” Zach said.
“One bottle of tequila and three-quarters of a wine bottle; I think you had a few shots of other stuff too.” Milo said. “Damn, Quinto.”
“And you’re in my bed why?”
“Too frigging tired after dragging your wasted ass back here,” Milo sat up. “Your bed feels like clouds. That’s your words, by the way.”
“That’s why I bought it,” Zach grinned. He then added as he held out a fist, “Tequila’s a bitch.”
Milo chuckled as he bumped his fist against Zach’s. “Yeah. I’m starving.”
“There’s a sweet Indian place nearby and it goes great with my bitchin' hangover. You game?”
“Sure,” Milo yawned.