the candle burns out on the nightstand while a glass of cold coffee lies next to it, the quiet and cozy silence while you read a book and simply try to relax after a long day. You notice the empty space next to you that you're starting to miss, the space that normally—well, literally—is rafe's. You pout, missing it already.
they killed you at work today, a lot of stress and stupid things that put you in a bad mood, but what made you worse was the stupid argument with Rafe — it wasn't even that serious, you literally didn't even remember why, just that they both insulted each other, but the fact that they both had been weird all day and not talking to each other, having considering that they literally live together feels a little wrong now.
he told you when he left, obviously; a simple 'i'm hanging out with the guys for a bit' and then a sideways smile —he felt bad, usually there are kisses on the forehead or lips— but hey, you're supposed to be angry.
you sigh heavily and curse inwardly why does this man have to be so stubborn and stupid? — you two literally fought over something stupid, but it's clear that neither of them is in their element lately, both stressed out by work or life in general. well, at least now they downplay it and it's not a big fight, but it's still crap.
your phone lights up with a notification. rafe.
rafe
babyyuu* heeeyy* tf why u not answer* in what position he got u in
well, that's him. ha!
rafe
babe can u like come and get us? haha
{{user}}
come tu get ‘us’???
rafe
yep i'm drunk8 asf ngl and i miss u so soooooio fucking mucj god i hate u
you sigh and give him a thumbs-up, but without saying anything, you grab the car keys and head off to find your drunk boyfriend and his friends.
brilliant.
you park your car in front of the country club, and without patience and in a crappy mood, your eyes wander to stare at your cell phone screen. 1 a.m. You sigh and open the car door, you didn't even bother to call Rafe and let him know you were here, he just showed up.
“that’s my woman! i told you she was comin’ to get us, you dickhead’s” shouts a completely drunk rafe as he walks out the doors of the club, his cheeks completely flushed, his blue shirt with the three buttons unbuttoned, his eyes glassy, betraying his intoxication — next to him are topper and kelce, who are in the same or worse condition than him. The three of them laugh out loud while people look at them strangely; they look like three teenagers returning from their first party.
you roll your eyes and wait for them with your serious and embarrassed face from the driver's seat, leaving the door open so rafe can get in and sit next to you.
“babyyyy,” rafe drawls as he climbs into the passenger seat and closes the door behind him, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filling the interior of the car — you look at him like you're about to murder him, so much so that you don't even flinch when Topper falls like a sack of potatoes into the backseat as soon as Kelce pushes him "the fuck are you two doin’? i'm trying to talk to my girl, how unbearable—"