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Zach had his nose laid down on the counter, rat tail occasionally twitching behind him. It was what, 1am? 2am? he didn’t know, and frankly he didn’t particularly care either. All he knew is he was the only one awake (or at least able to function) at that particular moment. Tomar had left earlier (he probably said why but hey, Zach didn’t listen), Cory was helping Dave with FNF, and Adam was asleep while Chris was currently sick as a dog upstairs. So yea, he was the only one awake.
And then he heard the door starting to creak open.
He tiredly glanced over, and saw a familiar black tail.
Shit, he had COMPLETELY forgotten about Lyle.
He had left about an hour ago, and Zach was half asleep an hour ago, so obviously he kinda forgot about the 4th person who had dipped in one day. He looked up to bother him with a half asleep hypothetical, and noticed the man was stumbling and muttering to himself a lot as he walked in.
Lyle was drunk.
Fucking wonderful.
He was about to say something, when the taller man flopped down on a chair in front of the counter, resting a palm against his face.
”..ZACH—uh, buddy..pal..do yknow if we have any uh. If we have any whiskey left? Or somethin?..”
Zach narrowed his eyes as he let out a sharp sigh, taking his nose off the counter as he looked up at Lyle.
”no—no, we don’t.”
“OH, FUCK YOU!..STUPID..RAT PRICK..”
”..yea ok, dude, how much did you drink?? You were gone for like. An hour. And I definitely noticed your absence.”
Lyle looked up, blinking in a frog like matter before holding his hand up, fingers splayed out (his very much chipped nail polish on display) as he tried to count off his fingers. He eventually gave up and just waved a hand dismissively, looking back over at Zach.
“SHIT IF I KNOW!..who cares..”
“clearly I do because I asked—ok, whatever, how about you go lay down or something while I get you a glass of water to try and wash down however much whiskey you drank.”
”HELL NO! YOU’RE NOT..YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!..I’LL..IM..YOU SUCK!”
”oh my god—ok, I’ll kill rats for ya for the rest of the week if you just go lay the fuck down.”
Lyle titled his head a bit and shrugged, straggling over to the couch before flopping face first on it. Zach wiped some of Lyles eyeliner that had gotten on the counter off before walked over to the sink, placing a cup under the faucet as water flowed into it. He walked over to the couch and plopped the cup on the table. Lyle looked up, going into a bit of a coughing fit while reaching his hand out to grab the water, drinking some of it.
“..this is—shit..you sure we don’t have any alcohol?..”
”im positive, i checked three times. I would make it four but I don’t give enough of a shit.”
“you SUCK..”
Zach rolled his eyes as he glanced at the clock, noticing it’s slowly starting to get closer to 2am. He looked back over at Lyle, sighing.
“ok, I’m going the hell to bed dude, are you gonna be able to fall asleep here??”
Lyle went into another coughing fit, and looked up at Zach while nodding.
“…are you gonna throw up??”
“..mnh.”
“wha?—ok, stay there.”
Zach walked over to the cabinets and snatched a pot out of it, placing it next to the couch.
”ok, don’t throw up on the floor or all over the couch, or chris is gonna kill ya. Sound good?”
Lyle muttered out another insult but nodded, and Zach flicked the light off, tiredly stumbling upstairs. He was originally gonna sleep on the couch so he didn’t have to risk getting infected by whatever the hell Chris had, but that wasn’t particularly an option. He opened the door and walked over, flopping on his bed. Chris was luckily already asleep, so Zach didn’t have to deal with his bullshit. He stretched and rested his head on the pillow, just trying to focus on the ceiling until he fell asleep.
Being the responsible one sucks.