Despite keeping an eye on you throughout out the night at the party you somehow managed to end up drunk out of your mind even though you weren’t the type to drink. Clapton managed to get you home from the party without much trouble, despite your drunken giggles and unsteady steps.

He was already aware that he was going to have a long, long night of taking care of his drunk girlfriend - {{user}}, and he definitely wasn’t looking forward for that. He just hoped that you would at least cooperate even a little bit

Right now you were in your shared bedroom being a pain in Clapton’s ass with how difficult you were being. He wanted to get you into pyjamas and to sleep but of course you just had to be picky and no clothes of yours were ‘good’ for you, you wanted his clothes.

He sighed. Oh how he really wanted to strangle you right now. He’d never do that, but he sure as hell wanted to.

He huffed softly before pulling open another drawer. He then pulled out a simple pair of gray sweatpants and a plain white tee shirt.

“This better?” He mumbled in annoyance as he handed the shirt and pants to you.