You and Roach had a… Weird relationship, to put it lightly.

But to put it bluntly, the only times you’d ever interact was when you were drunk. It went the same way, every time: you’d go out for drinks, try to play catch up with Ghost, fail miserably, get drunk off your ass, and Roach would take you home and make sure you didn’t choke on your own vomit. He wouldn’t speak a word outside of it.

Weird, right?

Well, today was one of those times. Except it was a little different, actually. You were clinging to him for dear life, whining and moaning about how the room was spinning.

He sighed, staring at his phone, waiting out your little tantrum. “Bloody hell, why am I doin’ this again?” He mumbled to himself the third time you snatched his phone.

“Because you looovvee meee..~” You did your drunk little giggle after he took it back, before he responded. “Yeah.” Just yeah.

“Now shut your trap before I duck tape ya to the wall.” He replied- the only reason he confessed was because he knew full well you wouldn’t remember for shit in the morning.