A/N: Hey, don't worry the next chapter for Jealousy is in the works. However, I saw a prompt and couldn't help myself from writing it- So, here you guys go.

Drunk

"Chlo, I am not sure this is the greatest of plans." Max stated, staring down skeptically upon the shot glass of dark brown liquid that smelled terribly of alcohol. She just wanted to relax on the weekend. Maybe play some video games, take some pictures in nature, or cuddle with her girlfriend and watch a horror movie that she will get terrified at- But apparently, Chloe had a different plan. And that plan consisted of a lot of alcohol, a shady ass bar, and a bartender missing an eye.

"Oh come on! Are you telling me you've never kicked back and drank before! It's a brilliant plan made by yours truly!" Chloe thought it was also a great plan to watch The Conjuring and Sinister in one night back-to-back when she could barely watch a Goosebumps film. Two days of no sleep and having the lights on 24/7 proved otherwise that her plan was not a fun one.

"No, I haven't drank. I am a good child, unlike you Price! Besides, don't bring up plans. Your plans don't always work out the best. Remember that night before Halloween-" Chloe went from beaming as bright as Christmas tree to pouting in a matter of seconds. Someone had a delicate ego.~

"Oh, don't pout! You can be such a child…Gah…Fine. I'll drink. You just better take care of me if anything happens." In typical Chloe fashion, she bounced back to her excited self as she slung an arm over Max's shoulder and grinned wildly. "I gotcha babe! Now come on, let's cut loose!"

Max hesitantly picked up the shot glass and gave a nervous smile. "Hah…yeah…cut loose."

~Half an hour later~

Max cut loose all right. So loose that she fell off whatever was holding her up. And the sight couldn't have been any more amusing to Chloe. At first. Then as she began talking, Chloe realized what monster she created. Any buzz Chloe had worked up was being killed like a poor defenseless butterfly.

"L-Listen…A-All I'm sayin' iz dat Nathan...Iz that Nathan…Uh…" Chloe smacked herself in the face gently, knocking her knuckles on the table twice to order another shot for herself. "Max, please just stop."

"Oh, I see how it is!" Max countered, before hiccuping. Max's eyes pupils were dilated widely and her body was in a constant state of swaying to and fro. "Y-You wanna get meh drunk…Then can't handle meh! I am too much for you, aren't I, Victoria?"

"I'm Chloe!"

"That's what I said."

By this time, the shot had arrived and Chloe couldn't down it faster. She needed to be buzzed to deal with this as she let out an audible sigh and shook her head. "You're such a lightweight, Caulfield." Knocking her knuckles against the marble counter, the one-eyed man went to retrieve another shot before Chloe stopped him. "Just get me the bottle Seamus, this isn't going anywhere fun fast."

Chloe was busy ordering that she didn't notice the offended look across Max's face as she slapped at Chloe's shoulder. Except, she missed and instead fell into the side of Chloe and leaned against her. "I'm not a -hic- lightweight!"

"Max, yes you are- Now get off of me!"

"I am not lightweight!"

"YOU LITERALLY HAD THREE SHOTS OF RUM AND COKE!"

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME!?"

Chloe felt her nerves begin to give in. She thought this would be fun. She didn't think her girlfriend could be such a lightweight! "Come on, we are taking your home." Chloe muttered as she tried to stand and bring Max to her feet.

What her girlfriend lacked in proper speech she made up for in strength when she was drunk. She clung to the barstool and whined, squirming in Chloe's grasp. "I don't want to walk! Carry mehhhh."

Chloe gave an exasperated look to Seamus who just stood there, grinning and barely holding back a fit of laughter. "Can you give me a hand!?" She yelled, gesturing to her stubborn mess of a girlfriend.

"I would, but this is entertaining."

Chloe felt a vein pop in her head as she narrowed her eyes into slits before letting out an annoyed groan. "Fine! Get on my back-" "Noooooooo, carry me like I am your bride!" Max exclaimed, giggling profusely now.

Chloe stood there, glaring down at her girlfriend before letting out an exasperated sigh and holding out her arms. Max clung to Chloe, arms coiled around her neck as she couldn't cease giggling as Chloe carried the drunken photographer to her truck.

"We are never going out to drink again…" Chloe muttered as she buckled in the brunette. She was supposed to be the one getting hammered and Max taking care of her, not the other way around! Chloe placed Max down in the passenger seated and reached over to buckle her in. While Chloe reached in to try to click the seat belt in, she suddenly felt a slap.

On her ass.

That was then followed by a fit of giggles as she sighed. This would be a long car ride home.

"Chlooooooooooeeeeeeeeee."

"What."

"Why are 'ya so mad?"

"Not mad, just tired. You sucked the energy out of me. I just want to go home and sleep."

"Can I sleep -hic- at your place?"

Chloe blinked a few times, weighing the options. Her drunken, little hipster may have been a pain but she still loved her and she didn't really want to turn down the opportunity to have her stay the night. She shrugged. "Sure, why not. Just don't vomit on me or keep me up for an ungodly amount of time."

"Don't you worry, I'm not a scary movie so I couldn't possibly-" Chloe clamped a hand over Max's mouth, narrowing her eyes as she tried to focus on driving. "One time. It happened, one time. And I was not scared, I was just trying to make sure I stayed alive for your sake- Are you licking my hand!?"

The response she was given was another lick upon her palm and an affirmative grunt.

Chloe retracted her hand and wiped it on her shirt, the look on her face one of utter stoniness. She wasn't even surprised at this point and was more annoyed at herself for not knowing this would happen. "I'm not sure why I expected this to turn out well."

"I think it turned out great."

"Yeah, well you're drunk so."

"And you have blue hair!"

"Wha- What does that even have to do with this conversation?"

"I thought we were stating the obvious."

Chloe smirked a bit, retorting "If that is the case, then you're a pain in the ass."

"You're my big, blue angel."

"You're a little shit."

"I love you."

Chloe felt a faint blush come across her face, and was about to retort with something sweet until Max opened her mouth again. "And you're a pansy when it comes to horror flicks."

Chloe cast her a withering look. "You know, I have an idea for a game we can play. It's called let's not talk until we get to bed."

"I want to play monopoly."

"I like my idea better."

"Your ideas stink."

"They do not!" No one dared belittle the ideas of Chloe the great!

"But it was your idea to get me druuuuunnnnk."

"Yeah, well-"

"Or that time you were trying to get some stuff for BDSM and handcuffed yourself to your cars steering wheel."

"Max-"

"Or that one time you bought weed and it turned out to be oregano-"

"SHADDAP! ONE TIME! ONE TIME AND NO ONE LETS YOU LIVE IT DOWN."

"I just want to play Go Fish."

"…I thought it was Monopoly."

"Jenga?"

"Did someone drug your drink-"

"Yahtzee!"

The gods seemed to smile on Chloe for the first time in the night because she managed to arrive back to her place, and her bed was only a flight of stairs away. She ignored Max and climbed out of her truck, going around to get her little pain in the ass.

After guiding the female to the door, she whispered. "Max, I beg of you, please don't start yelling something stupid- My mother will kill me. So please just…be quiet."

Max gave a slight nod as Chloe drug her upstairs, groaning slightly. "Max, stop being dead weight." She whispered as she practically had to pull her up the steps. After what felt like an hour, she finally got the brunette to her bed. Sighing in relief, she fell upon the bed and buried her face in a stray pillow.

"Thank based god…"

"Hey Chloe…"

Oh god.

"I have something to say…"

"If it is another board game or reference to one of my ideas, please wait until morning-"

"I was just faking."

Chloe's eyes shot open as she lay in bed, frozen. So many thoughts ran through her mind as her brows knitted together and only one word left her lips. "Why…"

"Becauuuuuseeeee…" There was a shifting as Max pulled Chloe's still form into her embrace. "I didn't want to drink, I wanted to cuddle instead."

Chloe was practically screaming in her head as she let out a not nearly as loud groan. "You are the biggest dick I know, Max Caulfield."

"You love me."

"You're lucky I do or else I'd probably kick that hella fine ass of yours." Chloe grumbled.