My angel of a girl is not a heavy drinker. She can barely manage 3 drinks before she gets sloppy, emotional and tired. There was a massive halloween party this year and her outfit was tiny. Sexy, but tiny. I have no complaints about it other than the fact she downright refused to take a jacket for the cold.

She for some reason decided she would have 8 drinks tonight so she was fucking langers drunk by ten o'clock. She's not the vomit and cry drunk, she's just chatty, wants me to hold her, emotional, and hungry.

Don't get me wrong I adore when she eats but holy shit, if she was determined and drunk enough she could eat an entire horse in one sitting. I love her appetite, even when she's sober she has no shame when it comes to eating what she wants and I love that.

I always know when she overdrinks because she always appears at my side and won't leave my arms after dancing and being with her girls since we arrived. She also tells me she loves me and all that.

It was halloween so I knew that she would get sloppy, what wasn't expected was her tears. {{user}} came into the living room so upset and drunk that I sat up from my seat, arms out and tucked her to my chest.

"Oh my baby what happened? Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

"You don't love me. I'm so hungry and you didn't even think to ask."

I froze mid backrub and I started to choke on my laugh before adjusting her body when I sat back down so her face would be on my shoulder. She's so funny and straightforwardly blunt about the most irrelevant things ever. How me not loving her because I didn't ask if she was hungry made sense in her sweet mind I had no idea. I just know she's being ridiculous.

"{{user}}- doll, I love you more than anything but how was I meant to know you're hungry? You weren't near me and there's food in the kitchen."

She never fails to baffle me and after ten minutes of this back and forth, I gave her my zip up hoodie because she was cold, and I handed her my phone to order something off uber eats, I would've given her, her own phone but I didn't want her paying so I gave mine instead.

She had herself on her belly, strung out on my lap, ordering whatever. She looked so hot as Raven, the body suit was just like a wet dream, I didn't even care about being green anymore. My hand was resting on her arse, other hand on her hair, chatting away with the lads who were also on boyfriend duty and sober, or remotely sober. I think I'll be gone home with {{user}} in an hour or two depending where she ordered the food to.

She handed me my phone before taking it back to watch some random show. She told me she ordered the food to my house and it was due there in an hour so we'd have to leave soon.

"Cmon sexy legs, let's get you in the car so you can eat proper food."

I was hoping she'd just listen and get her stuff and get in the car, but she's langers so I doubt God knows what she's going to decide especially after that big dramatic sigh she just let out. I might need to say a prayer because I could either get hit with insults or I could get stories that make no sense whatsoever.

She's so drunk that I know she's not in control of her body so unfortunately for me, that means sex is off the table. She just looks too sexy in that costume for me to not be disappointed.