Hello!! If u r still taking bad buddy prompts. How about bet era drunk Pran.
Hi Anons!
This was not completed as fast as I hoped it would be but I hope you both see this and enjoy it! This is very much unbeta'd so sorry for in advance for any mistakes or awkward phrasings!
You're A Goner (for me)
Pran never called, he always texted, so when Pat’s phone started ringing at 1am and the caller ID showed Khrab, A Friend he was understandably confused and a little concerned. He answered cautiously, wondering if he was going to hear the muted static of a butt dial, but instead Pran’s voice came immediately through the speaker.
“Where are you?”
“At home,” Pat replied slowly, still confused though now slightly worried he’d forgotten something. “Where are you?”
“Drunk,” Pran declared with aplomb. Pat snorted in surprise, a grin starting to spread over his features. “Come pick me up.”
“Drunk isn’t a place,” Pat pointed out, still grinning. “Where are you?”
“Ou'side Wai’s place, I walked him home but I don’t wanna walk back t' mine. ’M tired.” The last two words were said with a sigh. Pat laughed again.
“So you called your friend to come get you, huh?”
“Isn’ that wha' a friend would do?” Even drunk, Pran had that same pleased competitive tone in his voice at the insinuation of the bet. “I think a friend would come pick me up in his new car an’ take me to his place and then-...oops.” Pran’s voice went up at the end, light and delicate.
“What did you do?” Pat asked fondly, thoroughly entertained.
“Fell down th’ kerb,” Pran told him happily.
“Are you walking? I thought you were waiting for me to pick you up?”
“Oh, yeah...” Pat could practically hear the frown in his voice.
He chuckled. “Stay where you are, you drunkard, I’ll come and get you.”
“‘M not a drunkard,” Pran protested sulkily.
“Sure you’re not.”
Pat stayed on the phone for the whole drive, partly to make sure Pran didn’t go wandering off before he got there, but mostly because a drunk Pran was one of the best things Pat had come across in his entire life. When he arrived, Pran was sitting on the steps of the apartment block, tilted back on his hands with his phone on the step beside him.
Pat came to a stop and wound down the window.
"Go 'way, 'm waiting for someone." Pran declared, squinting irritably at the car.
"Yeah, me, dumbass," Pat replied fondly. "Get in before Wai sees me parked here."
"Did you change your car?" Pran asked suspiciously, still squinting, though he did at least start pushing himself up to standing. It was a laborious process for him.
"No, it's the same car; you're just too drunk to see straight." Pat chuckled.
"Am not." Pran was finally upright and began walking surprisingly well towards the car.
"Your phone, Pran."
"Huh?"
"You left your phone." Pat held in the urge to laugh, a grin wide and broad on his face as he watched Pran turn back in surprise.
"Oh!" Pran exclaimed, the vowel elongated and wondrous. "Lemme get it."
"That's the idea, yeah," Pat chuckled again.
Pran finally made it to the car a few minutes later, flinging open the door with enough gusto to make Pat wince before climbing inside. He grinned as plonked down in the seat.
"Hi."
"Hi," Pat replied, grinning back.
"You actually came t' pick me up," Pran crowed. "You're soooo…" he paused, a frown on his face as he thought of the word. "Whipped!"
Laughter burst out of Pat, incredulous and surprised.
Pran looked delighted with himself, trying to squeeze his phone into his pocket and failed. Pat took it off him and put it in one of the holes between them.
"Hey!"
"Just put your seatbelt on, drunkard."
"'M not a drunkard." Pran repeated but he did start pulling the seatbelt over.
It was all going well right up until he reached the buckle and couldn't get it aimed right to fit it in. Pat watched him struggle for a moment, amused, before taking over himself.
"See!" Pran sat back, looking satisfied. "You're a-a thing, the thing… simp."
Pat laughed again. "Friends can help drunk friends with seatbelts."
Pran pouted, brow furrowing as he apparently realised his point had been beaten. “‘M not drunk,” he muttered instead.
Pat smiled indulgently at him before leaning forward to poke one sulky dimple. Pran ducked backwards, squawking in outrage. Pat ignored the outburst, twisting back to face the front so he could check his mirrors before signalling to pull out. He dropped his hand down to the handbrake but was surprised by Pran’s hand suddenly smacking into his own. Looking down, he realised Pran was trying to intertwine their fingers.
“Pran, I can’t hold your hand—I’m driving,” he pointed out with laughter bubbling up in his voice.
“I’m not trying to hold your hand!” Pran immediately protested, hand pulling back. “I was just… just… trying to steady myself. I was dizzy.” The words were over-earnest and over-annoyed like he was covering up his embarrassment.
Pat caught the hand he’d jerked away and guided it to his wrist. Pran stubbornly didn’t move so Pat encircled the hand around his wrist himself.
“Okay, you steady yourself, then.” He smiled and patted the hand gently before letting go.
“Maybe I don’t wanna steady myself now,” Pran grumbled, but he did not actually remove his hand.
He was really too cute like this. Pat couldn’t wait for Pran’s bright red embarrassment in the morning; he was going to enjoy himself so much.
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