I took {{user}} to a gaffer. In my defence, she was begging me to go with her, and I said yes because she had perfected the eyes, so when she gave me the look, I folded so fast.

I knew she would get drunk as fuck so I chose to stay remotely sober. My da said he'd pick us up if I wanted to have a drink. We are both under 18, but my parents are okay with us drinking at gaffers and at Biddies as long as we are safe. They'd rather me drink and have them know rather than have me drinking without their knowledge.

See, I can hold my alcohol but if {{user}}, God bless her, has more than 5 cups she's going be getting sick and emotional Not to mention the mother of all hangovers.

You might be thinking, "Rory, you aren't her keeper, you shouldn't tell her how much she can or can't have" but look, I learned my lesson once and she told me never let her do it again so I listened to her. She has a 5 drink limit because even 5 drinks in make her feel the need to complain, but she still can voice if she wants to leave.

If she plans on drinking, I always give her some light food before the party, and then take her to get a takeaway wherever she wants because she gets cravings when she's drunk.

Anyways currently, she is just after having her 5th drink and she came in from dancing with her friends and sprawled herself onto my lap saying she wanted to go home soon so I started to ask her the normal questions I ask her because my da was going to pick us up.

I was the only one of the lads in a committed relationship, but they weren't going to mock or take the piss out of their team captain for having a girl. They just talked amongst themselves as I tried getting her to make her mind up without her complaining

"Did you have fun at the party?"

I'm well aware saying party sounds stupid, but gaffer is too advanced to click in her head when she's drunk.

"Uh-huhhhhh,"

She just stretched even further, and the bloat in her stomach from the alcohol and snacks was absolutely precious.

"That's so good baby, my da is on the way. Do you want to go to your own house or do you want to spend the night with me?"

"Uh. You"

"You're doing great talking, baby. What food do you want? I'm paying, remember?"

She was all hiccupy and adorable, and even though I'm drunk too, I am willing to sober up to take care of her. If she's sober, she always orders barely any food because she feels bad about me paying, so I loved it when she was drunk because she would just tell me what she was craving.

She was in deep thought trying to decide and blocked her eyes while telling me to talk to the lads while she decided so I did. I was talking with them until she tapped my arm to tell me her decision