a/n: I usually stray away from naming a title with any alcoholic beverage mentioned but it's all in good times!!! enjoy :)

The night began with Steve begging you to come with him to Tina's Christmas party where he swore that you could be a stupid teenager for the night.

You sighed, grabbing your jacket from off the hook, and walking into the cold night air with him.

"Just so you know, I only agreed so you would shut up." You mumbled loud enough for him to hear but not anyone else to.

"You'll have fun. I promise."

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You approached Tina's house to see it covered in Christmas lights and other decorations along with Christmas confetti covering the walls and roof.

You pulled Steve inside, looking around for anyone that you knew to go talk to.

"Harrington and his little slut."

You tightened your grip on Steve's hand, Tommy smirking down at you with a cup of who knows what in his hand.

"Hey, why don't you shut up, asshole." You fired back, Tommy merely flinching at your words. Instead, he kept the smirk on his lips as Christmas songs played loudly in the background while kids danced drunkenly.

"Hey, Hey, Hey." Steve said.

Tommy looked up at his old friend. "Protecting her now, are you, Harrington? Well, hope she doesn't move on to someone new tonight."

He pushed past the two of you as you grumbled curses under your breath, letting go of Steve's hand and quickly finding the food and drinks to ease your mind.

Your eyes landed on some red punch that a kid wearing a Christmas Tree outfit was standing by, constantly refilling his cup.

"What's in this?" You asked him, eyeing the punch carefully.

"Pure fuel, honey." He responded, scooping up another cup and quickly downing it. You shrugged, taking a red cup into your hand as well.

You scooped some up, feeling the taste of alcohol slipping down your throat as you smiled at the taste.

Steve quickly found you, scooping up another cup, and tried to grab it from you. "Hey, take it easy." He cooed.

You looked at him, dipping your cup in for more. "I'm supposed to be a stupid teenager tonight, am I not? Come on, let's dance." You exclaimed, downing the cup in your hand and tossing it off somewhere as the alcohol started to fuzzy your memories.

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Five cups of punch later, you were swaying around the room and laughing at every little thing as people laughed. They didn't really care, seeing as they were wasted too, and you kept doing you.

Steve hasn't had one sip of the punch but knew now definitely not to. He drank some, but you were out of control.

"Harrington," You carried out, "Come on, one more!" You were talking about the punch that you were currently craving.

Steve was holding you back from the punch, now carrying you out of the house as you squealed. "Whee! What fun this is!"

You giggled as you lead you outside the house and towards his car where you got in, him driving off slowly, carefully making sure not to make you sick.

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"That's my house." You mumbled, coughing slightly as your mind began to fuzz even more than before.

Steve nodded. "Yeah, come on."

You opened your door, almost falling onto the ground but catching yourself and smiling up at Steve. "What?"

He didn't respond but picked you up instead, opening the door, and bringing you up to your bed. He laid you down on it as you smiled drunkenly up at him.

"I love you, Harrington."

He looked back, ready to respond but you had shut your eyes and were now asleep as he kissed your forehead lightly.

"Love you too, ___."

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THIS IS CUTE & SHORT BUT CUTE.

hopefully you guys enjoyed!!!

thanks for reading & stay strange(r) (things) my friends.

-katherine

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date written: December 12, 2017
time: 7:11 pm
words: 660

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