Non-Alcoholic
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Lush
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey should not drink very much. Dale learns this.
059: Lush
Dale topped off her glass of wine and didn’t bother with his own. She was a little tipsy just then, but with a few more…
He might get lucky.
Or he might get castrated. Either way, at least she’d be touching his penis with relish.
"No more, Dale," she slurred. Maybe she was a little more hammered than he’d thought.
"Oh, go on," he goaded. "Finish that one so we don’t waste it."
She groaned. "Can’t choo just pour it back in the bottle?"
"That would be bad. We’d have a mess to clean up and it wouldn’t be as good next time," he informed her. He wasn’t sure his sod of a father’s advice was quite sound, though. He usually used it as an excuse to drink more.
She sighed and downed the whole thing quickly as she could. Then, very calmly, she turned grabbed the trash can, and threw up.
"Ew."
"Oh, Dale. I don’t feel good."
He bit his lip. He’d pushed a little too much. No getting lucky tonight. Dale stood and offered her a hand. She missed it three times before he just picked her up and carried her to bed.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Lush
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Stacey should not drink very much. Dale learns this.
059: Lush
Dale topped off her glass of wine and didn’t bother with his own. She was a little tipsy just then, but with a few more…
He might get lucky.
Or he might get castrated. Either way, at least she’d be touching his penis with relish.
"No more, Dale," she slurred. Maybe she was a little more hammered than he’d thought.
"Oh, go on," he goaded. "Finish that one so we don’t waste it."
She groaned. "Can’t choo just pour it back in the bottle?"
"That would be bad. We’d have a mess to clean up and it wouldn’t be as good next time," he informed her. He wasn’t sure his sod of a father’s advice was quite sound, though. He usually used it as an excuse to drink more.
She sighed and downed the whole thing quickly as she could. Then, very calmly, she turned grabbed the trash can, and threw up.
"Ew."
"Oh, Dale. I don’t feel good."
He bit his lip. He’d pushed a little too much. No getting lucky tonight. Dale stood and offered her a hand. She missed it three times before he just picked her up and carried her to bed.