**April's POV**
I didn't want to eat. We didn't eat much of anything except for our appetizers and a bottle of wine between us. We must have been talking and joking for hours. Ray continued to check on us and make sure we were having a lovely time. Did he even know I was underage and shouldn't be drinking? Whatever, I was too drunk to care. Not piss drunk, just elated.

Ray brought us the bill. Dang, this wine was cheaper than I thought! Good shit though!
"Can you read what it says?" Gerard joked, clearly handling his alcohol better. I giggled and took my wallet out of my bag, placing it on the table. He snickered and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. Nodding at Ray, he pulled out my chair for me, "Let's get you home." he was still chuckling.
Is a fucking euphoric girl really that funny? I grabbed his hand and pulled myself to his chest. He lead me up two steps and out the door.

It had rained while we were in the lounge. The street was glistening under the lights and the air was cold. I was tripping over my own feet, I must have been sitting for too long... or maybe I was more drunk than I thought.
"Whoa, Be careful, April!" He said as he caught me from falling on to the road.
I leaned against his arm as we walked, "I'll be fine" I giggled.
"I just don't want you to get hurt, You might have a shit day at work with your arm in a sling."
We continued walking for a block until we came to the corner where the diner was.
"I have to take you home. You need someone to cure your hangover." He said.
"I'm not that drunk! Hangovers are an easy fix, you recovered quickly, remember?"

Gerard's POV
No, actually. I didn't remember because I had a splitting headache. Plus, I was just happier that I was around her, I wasn't cured of the offshoot. I just needed to make sure she was safe, why the fuck did I give her alcohol? 1. She's underage, and 2. She's such a lightweight.

Stumbling over her own feet, we turned the corner and made it to her place. I fumbled in her bag for her keys and tried every single one of them until the last one opened the door. Of fucking course. It's always the last one. I pulled her through the doorway, she was still giggling about something. She let go of me and stumbled up the stairs and fell on her bed.
"Be careful!" I called up the stairs as I shut the door and made my way up.
She was laying in bed, "I don't want to sleep, can't we stay up for a little bit?" She was speaking like a child.
"April, you're drunk."
"So are you! You had as much wine as I did!"
"I know how to handle my alcohol, it just gets through you quicker." I snickered.
Oh man, she was adorable when she was tipsy. She was sort of rolling around in the sheets like a cat begging for a scratch. I took off her shoes and mine as well and crawled into bed with her, wrapping my arms around her waist as she snuggled up to my chest.

She started kissing my chest and playing with the buttons on my flannel. Working her way up to my neck and finally my mouth. We kissed for a good ten minutes. Her mouth tasted like wine and her lips tasted like crimson lipstick. I didn't know if it was the alcohol or that she really did love me. I pulled away and looked at her straight in the eyes, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

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