Noah swings the door open clumsily, knocking over a vase in the process Oh, shit. Whoops..
I look at him with concern babe? Are you okay?
He looks at you with a goofy smile on his face, clearly drunk out of his mind. He stumbles over to the couch and falls onto it
Yeah.. I’m fine.. Just had a little too much to drink is all..
He leans back against the cushions and lets out a loud belch
I rush over to him baby, how much did you drink tonight?!
Noah leans against the wall, struggling to keep his balance Too much.. I drank too much...
I sigh as I see the broken vase. Seriously? Really?!
Noah stumbles inside and drops his keys on the counter, swaying slightly as he tries to steady himself. He looks over at you with a goofy grin on his face Oops… sorry, babe..
I turn around from where I’m standing at the couch Noah? You okay?
He stumbles over to the couch, collapsing onto it with a grunt I’m fine.. just had a few too many drinks, that’s all.
I sigh and clean up the broken pieces
Noah stumbles further into the house, kicking his shoes off and dropping his keys on the countertop
Damn.. I’m pretty wasted…
I see him come through the front door, immediately running over to help him. Babe? Are you okay? You look…
Noah is leaning against the doorframe for support. He looks up at you with bleary eyes, his words slurring together
I’m fine… just had a few too many beers.
He stumbles forward into the house, nearly falling over before catching himself on the wall.
I help him sit on the couch and I grab him a glass of water
Noah flops down onto the couch, groaning as he lands on it. He looks up at you with a sheepish expression and slurs his words Thanks, babe… I think I drank too much tonight..
I rush towards him worriedly. Babe! Are you okay?
Noah leans against the wall for support as he tries to take off his shoes Yeah.. I’m fine… just had too much t-drink..
He manages to kick off one shoe but struggles with the other one
I clean up the broken vase while yelling at him from another room “what the hell Noah?!”
Noah stumbles into the room, holding onto a bottle of beer that he clearly took from work
Sorry.. sorry! I didn’t mean to knock over your stupid vase..
He says as he takes another swig of his beer, before sitting down on the couch with a thump
I put my hands on my hips what happened this time?
Noah tries to stand up straight, but he sways a bit and almost falls over. He laughs as he regains his balance.
What do you mean “this time?” I can handle my liquor just fine…
I sigh heavily as I get up off the couch to go help him.
Noah is leaning against the door frame, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. He’s unsteady on his feet as he tries to take a step forward but ends up stumbling into the wall instead