This actually happened between myself and a family friend while drunk. I, however, made my personal story of (Really nearly life threatening) alcohol poisoning to have three people and a lack of how much complaining I did about my stomach feeling horrible. I did not go to the hospital as I should have and I highly suggest if you or family/friend(s) have alcohol poisoning please go. Also, please be responsible while drinking it can be really dangerous for you and those around you.
Okay, I'll stop being concerned and let you enjoy reading this chapter!
P.S The "*" are to indicate what I actually said and the ones with no marks are what the family friend said. I did this because curiosity is sometimes never satisfied. - Casper
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Both Maria and Natasha sat on different couches opposite of each other while Clint laid stretched out on another couch facing the big TV someone drunkenly bought a year or two ago. The house they're all residing in happens to be one of the more favourable safe houses between the four others scattered throughout the town. Clint, surprisingly, was the one to have pointed out the house to Natasha one late night out.
Having been drunk that fateful night they scouted out the area then proceeded to break in claiming they had to be as sure as they were outside for this place to be the new safe house. The next day it was bought and very causally mentioned to Maria over a cup of coffee. She, after hearing their brief story, shook her head jokingly giving the house the name of "Liquor Store" knowing it'll end up being a fire hazard with all the alcohol they'll bring in.
Now, as they all sit on different couches almost too drunk to walk did the house actually become the home. A touching moment if it weren't for their overwhelming inebriated state.
Natasha sat unmoving on the two person couch Clint had picked up from the side of the street two weeks after 'moving in'. It was washed more than 4 times before Maria even considered bring in the small couch continuously bringing up the fact that they could afford nice new ones but even with all the trouble it was the most comfortable couch out of them all. Natasha could only assume it had been from someone's study left to bask in the sun being barely used. It's ornate features and faded red-orange colour at least gave her the incentive to assume that. Noticing her vision slowly returning to normal it tore away her attention from the couch to Maria just across from her shuffling around. She could see Maria's facial expressions change from skeptical, confusion, and lastly to annoyance just before throwing her hands up into the air only to let them smack her thigh and the arm of the couch when they fall back down heavily. An uncharacteristically flamboyant gesture but nonetheless adorable to witness.
"I need to go buy cigarettes. Nat, you wanna come along?" Said Maria with a slur and faint southern accent. A very charming quirk though ultimately concerning for Natasha. That adorable subtlety only happened when Maria was dangerously close to reaching her alcohol tolerance. Maybe she should remind the two ever worsening drunks that they shouldn't match her drink for drink although perhaps later on when they'll be able to remember better.
Softly smiling at Maria, Natasha dragged her body to sit up straight on the small comfy couch nodding her head as she did.
*"Yeah, sure. We could even take the rainbow twirlers." Carefully leaning over the arm of the couch she grabbed at the rainbow coloured strips of fabric. Grunting slightly in pain at her shoulder popping unpleasantly. She could see Maria out of her peripheral vision stumbling over to help grab them. The whole reason everyone had gotten drunk was because of a rather rough 'side' mission. What was suppose to be a simple information grab turned into a clusterfuck of flashing lights, bullets, and herself being the main target of getting thrown at walls and windows. Wincing slightly at the fresh memory and overall fresh wounds caused Maria to lay a soft hand on her cheek. Natasha gave a slight nod then a roll of her eyes. Drunk Maria had some very odd ups and downs.
Excitingly throwing his body off of the couch Clint smiled wildly at the pair.
"Fuck yeah! Light sabre fight with that shit!" He said while swinging his arm around making shockingly good light sabre sounds. His swings, of course, caused his body to turn with them making him look more childish and drunk than what he really is. Maria laughed loudly at his impaired actions.
Humming softly at the two Natasha shuffled around them making her way to the door grabbing their attention. Gesturing to the door she spoke loudly to them.
*"Cool, let's go." She watched as Clint and Maria bumped into each more than enough times attempting to walk. A hilarious sight to see but very unproductive considering the repercussions. Maria gets a little to irritable without her cigarettes after a long night of drinking it's a fact she and Clint know well. Natasha shook her head and slightly guided the two out of the house before handing them the twirlers and pushing them towards the direction of the gas station.
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Tripping up every so often on the groups little half mile adventure made Natasha smile at how they must of looked to other people driving by. With the alcohol burning through her system fast and not caring to drink more to make up for it she had chosen to walk behind the two swaying idiots. Amusement shone bright within her eyes as she watched separate flailing arms trying to hit each other with any part of their twirlers.
"Come on ya' fucking loser! I'm winning!" Maria exclaimed proudly as she shows off her ability to still walk backwards. Cockily tilting her head up and giving a smug smirk to Clint she spun back around boot catching a rock as she did. Natasha tensed up as she saw her stumble fearing she'd only hurt herself more if she kept up teasing Clint. Clearly it wasn't as much as a problem as she thought since he didn't notice the slip up. He only looked questionably at his outstretched arm twirler in hand softly blowing in the breeze.
*"No you aren't! Come here!" Clint shouts as he tries to run up to Maria, flailing his rainbow twirler. Maria shook her head at him before putting the twirler in her back pocket. He let out an annoyed groan as he stomps passed Maria. Natasha wasn't entirely sure if it was pure enjoyment or a drunk form of realisation but Maria quickly caught the rainbow fabric that fluttered against her side thanks to Clint being a poor sport. Giddily smiling she looks at Natasha then Clint.
*"Hahaha! I got a rainbow tail now."
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Nervously stepping from left foot to right foot right outside the small gas station Natasha kept checking her phone as the minutes passed by. Clint was pressed against the wall next to her failing miserably to keep up right. She quickly abandoned her previous motion to start pacing back and forth. No one else was in there when Maria went in and the clerk was there ready to help her. It was taking to long. Shaking her head she quickly walks up to the sliding door and opens it only to find everyone in there looking confused.
*"What's taking so long?"
Maria's sad blue eyes catches her own.
"Card won't go through."
A glance over Maria's shoulder showed, what Natasha can assume, the new clerk looking at the cash register confusingly. His brows furrowed and fingers tapping away at the thing.
-"Ma'am, the card has already gone through... I think."
A hefty looking lady suddenly appears from the once closed door right next to the new guy. She took one look at Maria and Natasha before letting out a heavy sigh.
-"You gotta enter in the code."
Her voice bored and annoyed made Natasha stare at her in warning.
Maria grabbed Natasha's arm roughly. Her body swaying against Natasha's stillness made both people behind the counter look more annoyed. Another look of warning from Natasha scared them enough to continue working on what happened with the card and the new guys small mistake.
"I don't know what to do! I want cigarettes!" Maria drunk is always an odd thing to behold to Natasha. Almost as if she had two personalities trapped within her. One a relaxed, no bullshit, funnier version of her normal self then the other clingy, lost, and emotionally soft both still held that faint southern accent.
Natasha snapped out of her brief haze. Looking over the scene before her one last time she quickly pulled her 'wallet' out from her pants packet. Too much time has been wasted here to be comfortable.
*"Here, take my money. It's fine. I wanna get out of here anyways."
Maria looked down into Natasha's eyes as moment of panic flashed through them. Hesitantly stretching out her arm she stops just before grabbing the wallet.
"You sure?"
Nodding distractedly Natasha looks around to find where Clint has gone to and check if there was other customers waiting to pay. Everyone that had stopped at the gas station seemed to be using their cards instead of cash which was good for them. Scooting over more Natasha felt Clint push past her walking confidently over to the small selection of beer the gas station had stocked. It was really time to depart back home away from this anxious mess.
*"Yeah, it's fine. I just want to leave."
The new clerk looked up in alarm at Maria. His mouth hangs open partly as she shoves the money at him. Natasha backs away slowly from the entrance hiding herself behind a large cigarette poster stuck to the window. Only just being able to see the two getting more irritated at the three of them.
-"The card already went through! It's paid for." The new guy yelled a little too loudly. Maria was too busy fumbling around with the wallet to have properly heard the poor man. Natasha watched closely as he quickly goes to reach for Maria's arm only to have the hefty woman smack his hand back down. She snarled angrily as she directed him on what to do now.
-"Look, just cancel and take the money." Clint, somehow, at that exact moment fell right into the rack of chips making that plus the one behind it to crash onto the ground. His slurred sorry's fell on death ears.
Being nearly completely sober now Natasha grabbed Maria and Clint by their arms dragging them away before something terrible happens.
*"Let's go..."
Clint happily shakes off Natasha's hand as soon as the gas stations small metal sign came into view. Running up to it he kicks the signs edge only to have it not move at all. Being pressed against the window he was able to somewhat hear the mess going on inside before making his way in there as well. He decided they had ripped off Maria and needed to pay for it.
"Hey, you gotta flip off the sign. They screwed us over. Unless, you're a bitch." He said pointing to Maria. As if a force was pushing him he started to stumble backwards passed the sign and into the bushes just behind it. Maria looked up from her pack of unopened cigarettes glaring at him in irritation.
*"I'm not and you know it!"
Causal as ever Clint righted himself and brushed off his shirt before shrugging innocently at Maria.
"Hey, if you don't wanna do it then don't... Pussy."
Prying Natasha's helping hand arm her arm Maria angry walks over to the sign and a retreating Clint.
*"You know what!" She shouts loudly just as she thrusts both fists at the sign flipping them off. Unintentionally leaning into the sign she drags her hands down it still flipping it off and in that moment cutting up the back of her hands as well. Natasha quickly grabbed Maria by the arm again pulling her close to examine her hands.
*"There. Happy now you demanding brat."
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After the three came home Maria ended up getting very sick. So sick, in fact, Clint mentioned calling an ambulance more than twice to Natasha who was going back and forth throwing away and re-lining the small trash bin Maria was throwing up in. It lasted 3 hours before everyone was sure she wouldn't be sick again. Natasha forced her to lay down on one of the big couches. Being concerned and the big softie Natasha is towards Maria she gave her some water to sip on and let her sleep on top of her. Despite Maria being taller and being a human blanket Natasha actually liked it a little more than their normal cuddling.
So here they are now waking up at 7 in the morning. Clint being the only one that slept upstairs.
*"...I hate life so much." Maria mumbled into the crook of Natasha's neck. She felt Natasha rubbing comforting circles on her back. A soft hum of agreement could be heard as well.
Loud stomping coming from the stairs made both of them glare in that direction. Clint slowly came into view looking miserable and confused. Maria shook her head before hiding her face again.
"I peed myself." Clint declared staring at the top laying on the couch.
Natasha let out a large breath of air fighting to hold off her laughter.
*"W-wha- Hahahaha! What?"
Scratching at his head Clint just shrugs at the question looking more confused.
"I woke up on the ground somehow, since I remember laying in my bed, covered in my own pee. Don't. Tell. Anyone."
*"Hahaha." Maria's laugh was soft and painful. She turned to look at Clint with amusement shining within her eyes. Natasha went right back to rubbing small comforting circles on her back.
Crossing his arms Clint leaned onto the railing smirking.
"Hey! At least I wasn't a white girl for hours puking up black shit."
*"Be nice. I have blackmail now." Natasha said sternly. Her glare sending Clint back up the stairs quickly in fear.