Maybe I'm Brainless, Maybe I'm Wise

Brenda sighed as she tried to quietly drag her younger boyfriend back to her room. She could get in serious trouble for letting him drink at all, but if his parents were to wake up and find him like this, they'd both be in seriously hot water.

"I don' wanna go to bed..." Gabe mumbled, leaning against her, not actually aware of where they were.

"Gabe, love, you need rest," said Brenda. "You've had way too much to drink tonight."

Gabe shook his head, being stubborn. "I haven't....I'm fine." He said, right before stumbling, tripping over his own foot.

Brenda chuckled softly. "See?" she said. "C'mon silly, bedtime."

"Not silly..." Gabe said, pouting. "And I don' want to sleep."

Brenda turned to face Gabe, cupping his face in her hands. "Baby, I'm not trying to be mean, but what if your Dad finds you like this again, hm, do you want that?"

Gabe wasn't really paying attention at first, but froze when he heard the word 'dad', taking a minute to realise what Brenda had said.
"N-No..." He stuttered, thanks to a combination of being drunk and also nervous about the idea of being seen by his father in his current condition.

"Then c'mon baby," said Brenda. "You'll stay with me while you sober up."

"Kay..." Gabe said, nodding as best he could while Brenda had her hands on his face.

"When your parents ask tomorrow, you woke up, you weren't feeling well, so you came to me," said Brenda. "Understand?"

"Um..." Gabe said, still slowly figuring out what she said.

Brenda shook her head. "I'll remind you in the morning."

Gabe just nodded, laughing as he stumbled backwards, leaning against the wall.

"Gabe, shhhh," said Brenda. "Let's get you ready for bed."

Gabe quickly changed hearing the word 'bed', pouting again. "I'm not tiiiired." He whined.

"Come lay with me then?" Brenda asked.

Gabe was quiet for a minute before slowly nodding. "Kay..."

Brenda laid down on her bed.

Gabe slowly followed, trying not to trip over his own feet again.

"Walk slow, Gabe," said Brenda. "Nice, and slow."

"I am" Gabe said, not liking being told how to do it. He climbed onto the bed, crawling across it to reach her.

"I'm not trying to boss you around, baby," said Brenda. "I just don't want you to hurt yourself, that's all." She smiled when Gabe climbed into bed, wrapping an arm around him.

"Oh..." Gabe mumbled, curling up against her.

"Wouldn't boss you around, Gabe," said Brenda, kissing Gabe's cheek. "You get enough of that at home."