Drop Dead Drunk {Finn&Luna}

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It had been a rough day for Luna. Nothing was going right for the tiny brunette girl. She was thinking about how much she missed Liam. She had yet another nightmare about Liam last night that had caused her to go to the dance studio at two in the morning. She had skipped her classes today, too, staying in the dance studio all day. She knew she couldn't participate in anything normal today, and she honestly didn't want to participate in anything normal today. She wanted to dance until she fell down. She didn't want to think about anything, which was what dancing did for her. It distracted her. And the only reason she stopped dancing was because her stomach was growling. So, she decided to go to her apartment to get some food. She made herself a microwave pizza, which she devoured soon after it came out of the microwave. Her mouth felt as if it had been scorched, which it had, but she didn't care. She just needed food in her stomach. Around three, she took a small nap, and around nine, she got ready to go out on the town. It was another way she distracted herself: clubbing. 

She got dressed up, and then went to her favorite club, bumming drinks by flirting with vulnerable men. She danced with a few men, and then drank some more. By two in the morning, she was hammered. The bar tender had called for the bouncer to come get her, who had called her a cab. Luna didn't want to go home. She really didn't. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. So, she stopped the cab at a liquor store, and then she went and bought a bottle of vodka, walking around downtown. She fell down a few times, laughed, and then got her heel stuck in a grate, breaking the heel off. She took her one shoe off, and then saw some cops. Instead of taking her downtown, they decided to take her home. Well, Luna told them Finn's address instead of her own, and that's where they had taken her. One of them, the nicer one, took her up to his apartment, knocking on the door, supporting Luna while he waited for someone to answer the door. He had also taken the vodka from her, and he was holding onto her purse and broken shoe. 

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For:
Finnegan Oliver Healy
Outfit:
 Dancing Doll
Words:
399
Notes:[/b

[Finnegan Oliver Healy]

Finn genuinely couldn’t wait until the next night when he would be hopping into the cab of Caoimhe’s truck and heading down Louisiana for the weekend. It was going to be a ridiculous drive so he was forcing himself to stay up late now so he wouldn’t be crashing in the truck while Caoimhe drove. He didn’t know how to get there so it wasn’t like he could take over the wheel for a while but that was fine. He would stay up with her to keep her company until he really couldn’t any longer and then he would take a quick cat nap. He didn’t really need to spend hours crashed out, he really only needed a few and then he was good to go once again. He was going to sleep in late, maybe get up around noon and then double check that everything was done and finish up the errands that crop up during that time. His bags were mostly packed. There were things that needed to be added but couldn’t be until after he’d woken up.

It was a lot harder than he thought it would be to tire himself out. He was usually so busy that his body was just so used to the late nights. And the chances were come morning, he would be wide away at eight o’clock! It was just the way it was for him. Then again, he was on the soccer team, classes for genetics and he was working a part time job as well. There was little time to sleep in any given day which was why he practically lived on energy drinks. They kept him going like the energizer bunny! It was well past midnight when he decided to call it quits for the night and hope beyond hope that he slept later than eight. Hell, for him, sleeping until ten would do! But he wasn’t going to keep his hopes up for that one. He just didn’t see it happening for him.

He felt like he’s head just hit the pillow when the banging on his door reached his ears. It might very well have only been seconds since he’d turned off all the lights and curled up on his cosy duvet but he was back out again, dragging himself down the small hall from his bedroom to the front door, barely sparing a glace at the digital clock as he passed it. Though the blurry number did seem small and that couldn’t be good. He took a peek through the peephole, saw the police first and made quick work of the half dozen locks on his front door. It was a safe building but you could never be too careful and Finn had plenty of things in his small apartment worth something. “Officer?” He said, barely stopping himself from slurring with sleep. Obviously he was quite confused as to why there was a beat cop at his door at the ridiculous hour. He’d not heard anything so he would be of no help to him if he was there canvasing.

Tag || @amhall
Words || 514
Clothes || Stuck in Santa's Sleigh!
Music || Brighter Than The Sun -- Colbie Caillat
Notes || !!