Liam meant to leave Heath at the front door and go but he was doubtful that Heath could make it inside on his own. So here he was, helping Heath onto his bed. It was kinda awkward, in more ways than one, but Heath was his boss's brother, this was the right thing to do. Liam attempted to ease the drunk down onto his bed but he ended up just letting Heath kinda fall onto the mattress.

"Thanks Murphy," Heath slurred once he'd managed to haul himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, "maybe you're not as big of an arsehole as I thought you were."

"Ok," was Liam's dismissive response as he turned to leave, glad to be rid of Heath.

"Hey!" Heath called after him, "I just said something nice to you!"

"Is that what you call it?" Liam said with mild amusement, turning back to face the other man.

"What's your problem Murphy?"

"Me?" Liam asked incredulously, "I just helped you home. You're the one who's too drunk to put one foot in front of the other. I don't think it's me you need to worry about…" Liam finished a little sheepishly, realising he was attempting to argue rationally with a very intoxicated Heath.

"I can so!" Heath stated, pushing himself up off the bed to demonstrate. But he over balanced and somehow ended up falling back onto the bed, pulling Liam with down with him.

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How the hell did that happen? One minute he'd been showing Murphy how undrunk? Wait, is that a word? Whatever. He'd been showing Murphy how so not drunk he was and the next minute they were tangled on the bed together. Murphy tried to scramble back but Heath felt unsteady and clutched at him for support. How strange that at the end of a night when he was pissed off about not getting laid, he'd ended up on a bed with Murphy of all people. And then it occurred to Heath that they were two adults in a bed and well, why not?

"You wanna stay for a bit?" Heath asked Murphy, grabbing the other man's shirt roughly and pulling him closer. Murphy's eyes widened in surprise, making Heath chuckle.

"Heath, you're drunk," Murphy stated, attempting to free himself from Heath's grip. Heath wasn't sure why that really mattered; it didn't change what he wanted.

"Remember when I told you what I wanted?"

"Yes," said Murphy nervously, "but you won't find it here. Anyway you hate me."

"So? Love...hate...it's all passion, and passion makes for great sex," Heath said, quite proud of himself for coming up with that line. Murphy should appreciate it, he's a writer after all.

"I take it back," Murphy said after a long pause, "you're not drunk, you're really drunk. Now let me go." And Heath let go, because suddenly he was too tired to argue.

"See you later Heath," was the last thing Heath remembered hearing before he fell asleep.