Drunken Daves [Drunk!Dave X Reader]

Drunken Dave [Drunk!Dave X Reader]

 

"Holy fucking shit Dave, you don't look so hot! What happened?"

 

"[N- *Hic!* -Name]. The―the SHIT, YEAH, happened."

 

"That's not an answer!"

 

"Ff―fine, I took a LITTLE sip of alcohol."

 

"Oh. My. God-- A LITTLE SIP MY ASS!"

 

What the hell were you doing all up in this mess? What did you ever do to deserve this sort of torture?! What went so wrong that Dave turned out this...this...

 

FUCKED UP?!

 

It all started when John switched the apple juice and the alcohol at Dave's house. Sadly enough, you were there with him, and when you got there, he was dancing in front of a TV with the cooking channel on. (Was it twerking? No, you couldn't even classify his dance moves.) You had screamed a little bit before questioning him what had happened, bringing you to the present.

 

He also had requested to go to his room so he could show you his new sick beats, but you've read enough fanfics to know where that might've gone. Of course, being the mentally sane person (I hope) that you were, you simply did not let him wander to the cavern that was his fuckin' room.

 

"Do I dare ask how you're feeling right now?" You muttered under your breath, sitting on the couch while Dave lay down on the floor.

 

"I feel like hot damn money," Dave mumbled. You cursed. He was acting so weird, so unlike himself you were wondering just how bad that alcohol was. Seriously, what the hell was it? I mean, you weren't so sure what he drank, but you were sure it was alcoho―

 

Wait, you should just ask the prankster himself. He should know everything! He is the prankster, after all.

 

Dialing John's number, it only beeped three times for him to pick up.

 

"Oh, hi [Name]! I'm guessing you're at Dave's right now, huh? Heh." You heard the prankster's voice echo into your phone, and you sighed to calm yourself from crushing the phone in your hand. Damnit, John! He always seemed like the most innocent little shit ever, but he really did like to torture people with his pranks!

 

"What the fuck did you do to Strider, Egbert? What the hell did you DO?!" You screamed into the phone, looking at Dave roll around on the floor. "What type of alcohol was that?!"

 

"Well, a prankster never reveals his tricks! I'm only going to say adults get drunk off of it in one cup. Even the ones with really high tolerance for it. Have fun, [Name]! Keep things below R-18!"

 

"EGBERT, I SWEAR, THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!" You were almost going to turn off your phone, but you heard him utter some more words before he ended the call himself.

 

"I thought you two needed a little 'push'. You won't kick my ass if you're grateful for what I've done for you!"

 

With some maniacally insane laughter, he ended the call.

 

"Damn you, Egbert. DAMN. YOU." You hissed, throwing your phone onto the couch. "One day, one day very soon..."

 

"H'e--y, [Name], did you...did...did...did you, mhm, slam a ff--faygo?"

 

Then, it suddenly all clicked together.

 

"WHAT?! WAIT. Wait... OH GOD, HE DID NOT!" You realized, gawking at Dave. He merely blinked. You finally realized what John put in his drink.

 

John had put faygo into the drink.

 

And it wasn't just any faygo, it was faygo with a ton of alcohol added to it.

 

In other words, it was fuckin' spiked.

 

You dialed up John's number again, yelling, "YOU PUT SPIKED FAYGO IN THERE?!"

 

"Ah, so you figured it out! That was surprisingly quick. Nice job! By the way, are you hooked up with Dave yet? ...[Na--"

 

You hung up.

 

You sighed again, in exasperation. What were you going to do? You couldn't just leave him alone! Feeling the sensation of breathing on your shoulder and the smell of alcohol, you turned your head to find Dave's face inches from yours. Wha-- when the hell did he get up?! You didn't even hear him!

 

"You're lookin' kinda...When did you look so...pf―pretty?"

 

You heard his low voice in your ears, and your face flamed up a bright, crimson red. You felt your face burning, but it only seemed to amuse him. He was oddly honest (?) when he was drunk, and you weren't so sure whether you liked it or not. You stared at him with a expression of both embarrassment and horror, seeing him smirk.

 

"D-Dave! I..." You squeaked, words unable to properly leave your mouth. They were all stuck in your dry throat, your heart pounding as his shades slipped. Even as his best friend, you had only seen his beautiful eyes once, and for a mere three seconds. But you always remembered the shape of his eyes, and the vibrant color of them.

 

It was like someone had punched you in the stomach. The air was knocked straight out of you. You gulped as you saw his crimson red eyes. They were like a fierce fire, clouded with the side effects of the drink. His eyes were hazy and slightly glassed over, a smirk adorning his lips. They were very different from what you remembered they normally looked like.

 

YOU SWEAR, IF YOU WERE IN AN ANIME, YOU WOULD'VE FAINTED ALREADY.

LIKE, WHAT THE HELL DAVE?!

 

"Uh." you squeaked, your eyes as wide as saucers. You couldn't think, you couldn't move. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your skin and the warmth of his body. It sent shivers trailing up your back, and it didn't help that all you were wearing was a thin t-shirt.

 

 

You stiffened up as he snaked an arm around your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You yelped and squirmed, your face clearly blushing madly. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears, beating the fastest it ever had and will have in your entire life!

 

"Dave-- Um-- DAVE-- I- I- I-- This-- Oh god--" you sputtered out words randomly, your head spinning. You couldn't concentrate properly, thinking, This can't be happening this can't be happening this can't be happening this can't be happening!

 

"Now you're not the one lookin' so hot, [Name]," Dave teased, pulling you into a cuddle. Both the remark and action only made you blush even more (if that was even possible). Damn his smooth words!

 

"Please sit down before you go any further," you answered harshly. "If you kiss me, then you'll forget it because you're drunk. Then it will all be for naught, Dave." You didn't want to go through all that only for him to forget all of it. That would be too terrible...

 

"What if...I didn't forget?"

 

You gave him a look of surprise, partially because his voice had become so controlled in a matter of seconds. It was like he was never drunk in the first place. His voice was shocking seriously for someone who was really, really drunk off spiked faygo.

 

"Are you asking for my lips?" You suddenly smirked, letting loose your stiff posture. "You're going to have to ask more politely, Mr. Strider."

 

"I guess...I am askin'. I'm guessing your lips are pure?" Whoops, he's back to his drunk self all over again. And what kind of question was that?! 

 

"Huh? Wha―well, yeah..." you admitted bashfully. Most people your age had their sixth kiss by now, while you haven't even gotten your first kiss yet. That's why you tended to avoid the topic when it showed itself. People usually tried to get you to kiss Dave when you told them you didn't have your first kiss, and it always, always led to a lot of unnecessary trouble.

 

"Luckily for you, I am too," you heard him whisper. "I'm gonna take that as permission, alright?"

 

"Hey―!"

 

You were cut of by his lips sealing yours. They tasted of alcohol, but you could still taste the small tangs of apple juice. His lips were slightly chapped, but felt soft still. It was like a gentle thunder, shocking, waking up and heightening your senses. At the same things, everything else other than you two was a blur. You felt your heart and your stomach flip as he leaned back.

Was it really only three seconds? It felt like a minute...

 

"Shit, shit, I...sorry...really, I'm so stupid..." he sighed, glancing at the ground. "I wasn't―thinkin about...how you, y'know, kinda felt..." He sighed again, a bashful expression on his face.

 

"...Again."

 

Your own words surprised you. You could see his red eyes widen through his shades, but you didn't take back what you said.

 

"...I'm not taking back my words, Dave."

 

Before you knew it, he leaned in for another, this time being much more sweet and gentle. It was nice and made you feel fuzzy.

 

"'Ey, [Name]?"

 

"Y...Yeah?"

 

"...I'm pretty sure I love you more than I should. You're like a drug-- So fucking addicting."

 

A beautiful smile gracing your lips, you pecked him on the cheeks.

 

"Well, well. Hot damn, I love you too, you sexy piece of strider. You have no idea how long I was waiting for you."

"So'ry, [Name]."

 

He smiled too, kissing you again. Then, you felt the tip of his tongue lightly tap your lips, and, well...

 

You let him in.

 

After the whole ordeal, Dave freaked out a little bit, but he did, in fact, remember. After, attacked your face and neck with butterfly kisses.

 

Later, John also would ask if things stayed far below R-18. You, of course, would say

 

No.