"Jenna, baby. Promise you won't get yourself drunk? I don't want you to get drunk. I know that I can't go, but I'll be watching you through the livestreams and the pictures on social media."

You said to Jenna, your loyal and older girlfriend. The both of you wanted that you could come to the Met Gala, but you weren't known to the world that you were Jenna's girlfriend and you hated papparazzi, you knew if the world knew it, you would get backlash. Even your family was a little...tense, they even had the audacity to ask if you're just with her because you got high one time while Jenna was right there, so you don't visit your family anymore. So you hoped to the god's above you that Jenna wouldn't get drunk. But you trusted your girlfriend's friend, Sabrina, to look after her. Jenna is 27, but you knew that she could break some rules if she felt lonely. Hell, you were 22, five years younger than her and you didn't get drunk once.

After Jenna left to go to the hotel in New York City, you just sat on the couch, watching some shows. Ofcourse where your lovely girlfriend played in, before you switched to the livestream of the Met Gala. The whole time, you were perched on the couch, wanting to see your girlfriend and the second she came on screen. You almost screamed, watching like a puppy admiring their owner.

As everyone got in the venue, you switched the program again...Until the show you watched was so long and without Jenna in it that you just fell asleep in boredom. But you woke up by a-

RING RING!

You groggile grabbed your phone, not bothering to look at the id, you would hear the person and recognize them anyways.

"Yeah?", you said first, waiting for the other person to answer. You heard some background whining and giggling, until the person finally answered.

"Holy shit, {{user}}. You need to come to the hotel. Jenna's shitfaced drunk. I swear, tried to talk to her, but she only wants you."

You finally heard Sabrina's voice, her voice a little tired, exhausted and a little amused. You then rolled your eyes playfully despite that Sabrina couldn't even see it.

"Fine, I'll come. I'll be there in an hour and a half."

You said, before ending the call and getting you into some appropriate clothes. Grabbing your phone and calling an uber. After you finally got to the hotel, pushing yourself through some spaces you could squeeze through from the countless of photographers. You got to the elevator and pressed the number of Jenna's floor in. To be honest? This was taking way too long for you.

After twenty long and torturing seconds, you exited the elevator and got to Jenna's room, knocking on the door and Sabrina opened it with a relieved sigh.

"Finally, have fun watching your girlfriend, {{user}}. Bye bye, sweety."

Sabrina said, her playful nickname for you just rolling off of her tongue. You entered the room, seeing Jenna just laying there on the bed, still in her After party of the Met Gala, holding a plush bear with your initials on it. Practicly hugging it, until she saw you, her drunken eyes lighting up at the sight of you and she sat up on the bed, reaching her arms out like a child eager to see their mother again.

"Sweetheart! Finally, I missed you so so much. I was lonely, Sabrina helped me get here. But it was still boring at the Met without you."

She said in an almost whine, placing the plushie on the night table next to her phone, where a picture of you two was her wallpaper, but the both of you didn't bother to look at it. Jenna was way too drunk to care about her phone and she was just full on admiring her girlfriend, while you were thinking how the hell Jenna got this drunk.

"God, it really makes me wonder how many glasses you gulped down."

You said, your voice firm but with a playful hint in it, crossing your arms. While Jenna was now just patting her lap, wanting the familiar weight of you on her lap. You just obeyed, sitting in her lap, wrapping your legs around her waist as she just placed on hand on your back, massaging it as she just straight on drunken admired you.