Drunk Birthday. || Nate B. & Jon K. ||

It was Nemi's birthday today and Nate, being the fabulous and upstanding boyfriend that he was, wanted to make certain that no matter what they did that day, Nemi would have an enjoyable day that was just a bit more special than the other 364.25 days in a year. The way he saw it, he wanted everyday for Nemi to be memorable and happy but the problem was outdoing himself year after year. Especially when they were just starting out on their own. So until the day he could afford the perfect rings for Nemi (personalized sound waves wedding bands, anyone?) he would have to settle for little improvements each year. He doubt Nemi actually cared so long as they celebrated together but there was no way Nate would strive for anything but the best when it came to her.

So Nate took the day off and spent the morning with Nemi. That night, they had reservations at a restaurant that wasn't too high class but also wasn't too cheap either. Nate had planned things perfectly with every intention of having a wonderful dinner out during which he would present her with his carefully thought out birthday present and a cake he had ordered and sent to the restaurant before hand. Everything was meticulously laid out in preparation for celebrating Nemi's day of birth.

But then Nate made a fatal flaw and allowed Nemi to have Midorinades.

Granted, neither of them knew what was in them but clearly the alcohol content was higher than they anticipated since by the second glass Nate could tell that Nemi was not acting like her typical self. She was becoming increasingly bolder and, shall we say, had difficulty keeping her hands to herself. (Not that he minded that, not at all.) And against his better judgement, he allowed her to have a third drink which only led to increased flirting with both him and their waiter. (That he was not okay with.)

And now, after having finally paid the tab and dragged Nemi into their car, the young couple was on their way home. Nate was disappointed of course but he couldn't blame Nemi - he could never blame her. He supposed that he would just have to give her the present tomorrow morning when she was sober. He certainly hoped that she would be feeling okay in the morning especially since he had never seen her so drunk before.

He had barely parked the car when he suddenly felt Nemi grab him from the passenger seat and attack him with some very aggressive kisses and a few good squeezes here and there. Nate didn't want to admit it but he quite enjoyed such a drunk Nemi now that they were away from the restaurant and that stupid waiter that was returning Nemi's advances. However, he had to control himself. Nemi is a virgin. He did not want her to regret her first time and she would probably regret it if she found out she lost her virginity from drinking a bit more than usual.

He was given a good, few more kisses and bites before Nemi suddenly stopped (thank goodness, especially since his self control was flying out the window) and got out of the car. Nate followed but was not fast enough to catch her before she ungracefully tripped up the stairs. Multiple times.

Nate walked over to her and attempted to help her sit up. He certainly hoped that she hadn't hit her head. "I'm right here, Nemi," he said in reply to her calls. He glanced at her briefly before looking away (her stares were not helping the situation) and back at the stairs that led to their apartment. It was rather obvious that it would be faster if he carried her as opposed to the both of them walking so that was exactly what he would do.

Nemi was light so it really wouldn't be too much trouble. But that was if he could get her in his arms in the first place. With the way she was now, Nate had to fight between being the responsible adult and ripping off her clothing the moment they stepped into their apartment.

The car is closer though... No! Snap out of it Nate! This is not how it's supposed to go. This was going to be a long night...