"You're dream is for me to be a lesbian?" She raised an eyebrow in his direction as he slurred out how great it would be to watch and partake and he almost fell over so she grabbed onto his arm. She was drunk, but he was plastered.
She moved onto the couch as he staggered up to his feet. He was just as drunk as he remembered him being the night she'd brought him a cupcake.
"You are drinking entirely too much lately." The words spilled out of her mouth because suddenly she was concerned and she'd seen Intervention on A&E. Who was going to take care of alcoholic Dean? Of course, Sol and Faith would push him off on Emily. This scenario spun through her alcohol addled mind.
"What?" She asked surprised by this new line of questioning. "Of course, she will. You guys are gonna get married." Emily stated plainly frowning at how numb her lips were as she watched Dean stagger to his room. "No more TV?" She asked him curiously, using the remote to turn the television off.
She heard a loud thunk and turned around just in time to see Dean's head hit the wall before he hit the floor. She stared at him for a second before she started laughing hysterically. She tried to hold it in but she couldn't stop the giggle attacks as she walked over and stood over him. He had a black eye, or what would be a black eye in the morning.
"Oh. Poor boy." She fussed, reaching down to help him.