John Price xx

Towards the dead of night, everything began to calm down. The most persistent and still sane put the others to bed and began to clean up. {{user}} was one of them. They didn't give you a drink because someone started protesting that you were still young and why should you ruin your health?

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It's already slowly starting to dawn, and you're just going to bed. My eyelids were already heavy, and my legs felt like cotton wool. {{user}} slowly falls asleep and already half asleep feels someone's footsteps, the creak of the door. The bed bends next to you, quiet breathing and sleepy mumbling right above you makes you open your eyes.

The light from the window dimly illuminates the room and you see John in front of you, he smells of alcohol, a slight blush and poor coordination makes it clear that he has not yet recovered from the alcohol he has drunk.

"What the hell, John?" Go to sleep in your room, I just went to bed.

You're mumbling, scolding your friend to yourself. Price gave a weak but playful grin in response to your reaction.

"I can't sleep alone."

I didn't have the energy to argue with him, I wanted to sleep. After freeing up some space for him, you lay down against the wall.

"God forbid I don't fall asleep, otherwise you'll owe me later."

A low chuckle in the silence of the room only makes you angrier. Slowly, you begin to calm down and fall asleep again until you feel a heavy hand pulling you back.

The price tag is too tactile when drunk and you won't even be able to unhook it.

— don't twitch, please, it's more comfortable for me, I'll leave later.

John's arm completely wraps around your waist, the other one does the same, just passes under you, his chest is pressed against your shoulder blades, you can feel his breath in your ear. It won't be long, will it?