Getting drunk was always fun. The morning after always sucked, but getting drunk, and being drunk was a blast.

Even more so when you had someone who acted like you when you were drunk.

Well, your friends always found it hilarious. Like Topper, Sofia, Kelce, and Scarlett. Ruthie, Topper’s girlfriend, didn’t find it funny, but she kept her comments to herself mostly even if she had a horrendous ‘RBF’ that you guys chose to ignore. It wasn’t even a resting face. She was just intentionally trying to show you guys that she wasn’t amused.

She just didn’t find you funny. You didn’t care though. You were funny? Duh. You were the life of the party. Sober or drunk. It didn’t matter. And Rafe always matched your energy. That was why you guys were dating and also best friends.

Rafe was like that. He was just like you when you were drunk. He was overly sassy, dramatic with his facial expressions, overly judgmental, and lacked a filter. Pretty much what a straight and sober country man would assume to be a stereotypical gay man.

“Oohhhh shit, what you just say to mee?” Rafe spoke with a sassy tone, his eyebrows quirked up, his eyes half lidded, and a lazy smirk on his lips while his hands held his glass. He had more class when he was sober— which he was currently far from.

“I saidddd your pissing me off. Starin’ and watching me and shit.” You retorted with a little slur, and equal amounts of sass. You all were sat in Toppers living room in his huge ass house as the sun set below the horizon. It was a chill day.

“Wellll, maybe I think you’re beautiful. You are on the outside, but on the innards you a bitch.” Rafe continued, giggling shortly after his statement which was followed by your own giggles. “It’s okay though. Maybe you’ll learn to not be a bitch eventually.”