A/N: GUESS WHO'S BACK?

I've decided to continue this story!

I know I already uploaded this chapter, but I went back and edited this and all of the other chapters. You don't have to reread them if you don't want, but you can :)

"Dan, you really shouldn't have had that last drink," Phil muttered.

"Shhhh, I'm not sure what I was upset about and that's all that matters," Dan murmured sleepily.

The writer had ended up staying longer than anticipated, and it was nearly two in the morning when he stumbled out of the bar, leaning dependently on a sober and amused Phil.

"You sure will remember tomorrow," Phil joked, shifting slightly under the other man's weight.

"Shhhhh!" Dan shushed Phil even louder.

Phil laughed. "Okay, okay!"

They only made it a few steps before Dan stopped. "Phil?" Dan grabbed the artist by the sides of his face, leaning close enough to Phil that he could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"...Yes?"

"Your eyes..." Dan mumbled. "They're gorgeous."

Phil let out a loud laugh, blushing only a little bit. "Come on Dan, let's get you home,"

..

By the time the duo arrived at Dan's tiny flat, Phil had concluded that Dan was a very flirtatious drunk.

"Dan, I need you to unlock the door," Phil urged Dan.

"Philllllll," Dan drawled out, giggling slightly.

Phil let out a tired sigh, mentally preparing himself for the bad pick-up line he knew he was about to receive. "Yes, Dan?"

"I don't have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?"

Chuckling quietly, Phil shook his head. "Sure, Dan. Now, Can you unlock your door?"

Dan nodded but continued to stand still.

"Dan"

"Huh?"

"The door?"

"Oh!" Dan jumped, reaching into his pocket and handing his friend a beaten up key ring.

Phil unlocked the door and ushered Dan in, setting the keys on his desk. Let's get you upstairs, okay?

Dan nodded, took a few staggering steps forward, and ran into a wall. "Oww, what the fu-"

Trying not to laugh at poor Dan's misfortune, Phil rushed forward to help the younger man.

After the strenuous task of getting Dan up the stairs, Phil managed to locate Dan's room. It had a similar style to the rest of the flat: the furniture was all made out of a dark oak wood, and the bed sheets were a deep red color. Phil managed to get his drunk friend to lay down and pulled the covers over him.

"Goodnight, Dan. I'll see you tomorrow," Phil brushed a strand of hair out of the other boys face.

Dan mumbled something Phil didn't understand, then rolled over and fell asleep.

Smiling to himself, Phil walked out of Dan's room.

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Dan woke up the next morning with possibly one of the worst headaches he had ever had. The boy groaned, propping himself up and running a hand through his hair. He was still wearing his skinny jeans, and painful intentions had been left in his skin. He tried to sit up some more but deemed it a bad idea when a wave of nausea washed over him. Dan grabbed the trashcan closest to him and vomited.

Not wanting to bother with the mess, the boy shoved the bin to the other side of the room; he'd deal with it when he finished showering. Dan noticed a glass of water sitting on his bedside table and quickly grabbed it, downing half of the drink. He was relieved to get the awful taste of stomach acid out of his mouth. Setting the glass back down on the oak nightstand, Dan noticed a note sitting next to it. The writer didn't remember much from last night, so he was confused as to who it was from.

Dear Dan,

You're probably really regretting those last two shots now, aren't you? I managed to help you get back home last night around two in the morning. Your keys are on your work desk by the way.

In case you don't recall my offer from last night, if you ever need money, I'm more than happy to help.

Hope to see you soon,

-Phil :)

P.S. You're very funny when you're drunk...how many pick-up lines do you have memorized?

Dan groaned, dropping the letter and putting his head in his hands. The man was well aware how forward he could be when he was drunk, and considering he already had a tiny crush on Phil when he was sober, he dreaded to think how he may have acted under the influence.

Trying not to dwell on the matter, Dan stumbled off into the bathroom, hoping he could drown out the events of last night with a hot shower.

A/N: I promise the chapters will start getting longer after this!