john didn't drink often. personal preference and reasons, really. he was like you in that sense, you had a drink every once in a while, and you could handle your alcohol quite well.

so, it was a bit of a surprise for you to get call from simon, at 12am, asking for you to come pick up john from the bar they were at as he was, “fucking hammered”, and i quote.

you knew that john was going out with the rest of 141, which you were invited too but politely declined, you didn’t like going out really, you preferred to keep to yourself and stay home— but you thought that john was only going to have a couple drinks and then get a taxi home, as thats what he told you directly.

as you got to the bar 20 minutes later, there was john, up on stage with an equally drunk kyle, singing queen songs together.

“oh, your the bestfriend that i ever had!—“ john and kyles drunk voices rang out, their words barely understandable from the alcohol in their systems.

as soon as the song ended, john looked down to the crowd surrounding the karaoke machine, spotting a very unamused you at the behind all the chaos. john practically beamed as he saw you, he instantly jumped down from the stage and pushed through the mini-crown, running over to you with a drunken swagger, stumbling into your arms which held him up with ease.

john wrapped himself around you, “mo leannan..” he slurred out, affectionately nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his nose tracing the sensitive skin there.

its safe to say that john was 100% a clingy drunk.