"Um maybe you shouldn't Neal. You already had a lot." Peter said, taking the glass of wine away from his younger friend.
"Why? I've only had three." Neal complained, except he was slurring so bad Peter had to stop to figure out what He said. Neal jumped, reaching for the glass and missing it by about eight inches.
"Three? You are so drunk you can't even count how many drinks you've had. You've had about six." Peter said, trying to put the wine back into the bottle. Neal tried to get up after the jump and it looked like his legs were made of jelly and he couldn't stay up right for more than a minute.
"Neal, how about we play some radio? Would you like that? Maybe we could find a nice, soft, soothing music." Peter suggested, helping Neal onto the couch.
"Go to channel 57.8. They have good music." Neal suggested and Peter took it. After a bit of tuning, he finally found the station, except it wasn't what he was expecting. Very loud music rocked Neal's apartment and Neal fist pumped the air. The song was 'Any Way You Want It/Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin' by the cast of Glee.
Neal I thought you said it had soft music." Peter groaned, exasperated. He had been hoping that soft music would knock Neal out, but this would keep him up until next week. Peter heard two singers and noticed the difference between them. One was coming from the radio; the other was coming from the living room.
"Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Anyway you want it
She loves to laugh, she loves to sing
She does everything
She loves to move, she loves to groove
She loves lovin' things
It won't be long yeah till you're alone
When your lover
Oh he hasn't come home
'Cause he's lovin ooh he's touchin'
He's squeezin' another
Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Anyway you want it
Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Anyway you want it
I was alone I never knew
What good love could do
Then we touched then we sang
About the lovely things
'Cause he's lovin ooh he's touchin'
He's squeezin' another
Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Anyway you want it
(He said)
Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Anyway you want it"
Neal was singing along and he was absolutely terrible. Peter checked his ears to make sure his ears weren't bleeding and moved to turn off the radio during the radio. Even when he did, Neal still kept belting the song.
"How he remembers this song when he's this drunk I will never know." Peter said, shaking his head.
"Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Anyway you want it
Any way you want it
That's the way you need it
Anyway you want it" Neal screamed and Peter was very surprised that someone hadn't called the cops that someone was being tortured in this room.
Finally, Peter lugged Neal to his bed and told him to shut up.
"Mean." Neal slurred.
"Yeah, you'll get a mean headache tomorrow and you will thank me for this." Peter said, pulling Neal's shirt off. He didn't even want to bother with his pants and since they were just sweats, Peter figured they could stay on.
"Don't wanna. Had fun singing. You like my singing Peter?" Neal asked, but it sounded like 'don'tvanna. hafunsinging. Ulykm'singingP'tr?'
"No. Don't ever do it again. You sound worse than El does. That one will stay with you. Actually I doubt you'll remember this so I can tell you anything. You do know that you are an idiot, right? A well dressed-idiot but still." Peter said, a smile playing across his face.
"Wlldrssd?" Rlly P'tr? U lyk m'wrdob?" Neal asked and Peter translated it to 'Well dressed? Really Peter? You like my wardrobe?'
"Sure. Why not Neal? I do like the fedora. It adds a nice touch, Neal. Now can you do me a small favor?" Peter asked. Neal looked at him with his blue innocent eyes.
"Wha?" Neal asked back. He cocked his head, but Peter couldn't tell if it was because he wanted to or because he felt his head was too heavy to hold up any more. Peter hoped it was the latter because then he would actually do the favor he wanted.
"Just go to sleep Neal. I will be on your couch if you need me. I've already called El and she ordered that I was not allowed to go back home because I am to take care of you tonight. Or rather this morning, since it is one.
"M'hed hrts." Neal said, after falling back onto his pillows and getting his head cracked on the head-board. Peter got some ice and eased it under his partner's head. Soon, his breath evened out and his head fell to the left.
"P'tr?" Neal asked, eyes half closed but alert moving his head to look at him.
"Yeah Neal?" Peter asked, turning back because he thought Neal was asleep.
"Wanna knw wha u thnk of m'singing." Neal said.
Peter smiled. Neal was definitely drunk off his ass.
"Just go to sleep Neal." He said, turning off the light.
He checked back up on Neal about five minutes later, after having to take care of business. Neal was actually asleep this time. He had the three tell tale signs: even breathing, limp body, closed eyes. Peter smiled and did the whole father thing of pulling the covers up on him and tucking him in.
Then he did what any partner would do and took pictures of sleeping Neal with the camera on his cell phone. He hit send to El, hoping it wouldn't wake her up, but with the caption my work is done here. Hope to come home soon. He will have one hell of a hangover when he wakes up. Peter made a bed on Neal's couch with some spare blankets he found in Neal's closet and settled down. He was so tired from taking care of super drunk Neal he fell asleep as soon as he laid his head on the pillow.