“Such a fucking lightweight,” you huff as you help him into bed.
Michael throws himself on the bed, reaching out to you, “yeah yeah, just come here for a bit”
You pull off his boots and remove his rings, helping to undress him.
“You just wanna take my clothes off, don’t you” he laughs, lazily turning his head into the pillow.
You roll your eyes, telling him to shut up and go to bed. He makes a few more obscene jokes before you hear his light snores, thankful that he’s finally resting. He’s in for quite a hangover in the morning.
Michael, because he’s Mature: *downs a glass of whiskey in one go, stumbling into a doorway seconds later, lucky as fuck that you catch him before he face plants on the carpet this time*
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