Seth Macfarlane

I watch in horror as the man in front of me spills his drink all over himself and his clothes, as a result of what I did. Fuck.

“Fuck, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just- I’m sorry.” Seth chuckles a little, before speaking up.

“Don’t worry about it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve drunkenly done way worse than this. It’s no problem, really.” Regardless of what he said, my heartbeat doesn’t slow down.

“Alright, man. Again, really sorry.” He gives me a little nod and I head off into the crowd, almost trying to hide myself. As soon as I get away from him, I down my drink in an attempt to calm my nerves from the encounter. Fuck, that’s not enough. Why did I think that would be enough?

After a moment of wandering, I circle back around to the bar. I fidget impatiently, just wanting to get more **** into my system. I put my empty glass down and stare down at the bar counter, trying to keep my mind busy and my anxiety at bay.

“Hey, Shawny!” I jerk my head up to look at Kris.

“Christ, man. Can you teleport now or some shit?”

“Yeah. Pretty crazy shit. It came with the promotion, actually.” He smirks at me for a moment, before

noticing I’m not acting normal. “You want another Rum and Coke?”

“Need, actually. And in an IV-” I half-yell at him as he heads back to grab the bottles he needs. I look

around the bar behind me, just waiting for someone to come and attack me. The sound of glass sliding across the bar pulls my attention back to it and Kris. My eyes land on the drink in front of me, this one bigger than the last two. “God, you’re an angel.”

“Don’t mention it.” Kris smiles at me before turning his attention to another customer. I look over to face the crowd and resist my urge to disappear back into it, knowing it’ll take a lot more **** than this to calm me down. My hands shake as I rather quickly finish off my drink. I turn back to the bar, waiting for Kris to finish up with the other people who want his attention.

Over the next few hours, I drink an ungodly amount of Rum and Cokes, all in a fatal attempt to get the stupid run-in out of my mind. Regardless of how much I drink, none of it helps until I feel myself on the edge of blackout drunk. After finishing off drink number God-knows-what, I turn back to the bar to ask Kris for another one.

“Jaden, look, I love you. You know I love you, right?” I nod at him, my movements feeling slow and messy even to me. “I can’t serve you anymore. Honestly, giving you your last three drinks was probably already pretty irresponsible, so I really...”

I zone out, my drunken brain wandering away from me and the conversation. I nod again when I notice Kris stops talking, hoping he doesn’t realize anything’s wrong.

I head off into the crowd, the little bit of rational thought I have left in me dedicating itself to figuring out how the hell I’m going to get myself home for as long as it can before it gets overlapped with a mess of incoherent drunk nonsense. I get pulled into my own head by the messiness of my thoughts as I wander aimlessly through the bodies around me.

I feel myself bump into something, pulling me out of the tangle of thoughts going on in my brain. I look over from the wall to see an angry man staring right at me. Fuck. What did I do? I half-listen to the guy in front of me as he starts yelling something I can’t quite understand, mostly because I don’t really care, at me, probably because I just ran into him, but who knows, really.

I start to retreat back into my mind when I feel him shove me. I get ready to shove him back when I feel someone come up behind me and put their hand on my shoulder. I tilt my head and look over to see a familiar figure standing next to me. Seth. Fuck. That’s bad... I think. Probably. Who fucking knows, man?

“Hey, man calm down.”

“Calm down? That little fucker ran into me.” That’s a fucking stupid reason to push someone. And I’m not fucking little.

“I know, but you have to be reasonable about this. I mean, he’s really fucking drunk- aren’t you buddy?” I look over at Seth, unsure of what’s happening and what he wants me to do. “See?” Asshole. “Look, I’m sorry he gave you any trouble, I’m gonna get him home-” I feel him put his arm around my shoulders “and you enjoy the rest of your night. Come on, let’s go.”

Confusion washes over me, but that doesn’t stop me from letting him lead me away from the asshole I ran into. This isn’t right, right? Like... this doesn’t feel right. Whatever. I mean, what’s the worst thing that could happen? I stop at the same time as Seth and he looks over at me and takes his arm off of my shoulders.

“Sorry I just jumped in there, I just didn’t think that would end well, since you’re so drunk and that guy was being a massive fucking tool.”

“Don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about it. Don’t...” I trail off, forgetting what I meant to say.

“God, you really are drunk, huh?” What’s that supposed to mean? “Look, I was about to head home anyway, I can drop you off at your place if you like.”

“Uh, sure.” Sure. That’s a weird fucking word.

“Alright.” He puts his arm back around me and leads me to the door of the bar. I trail along with Seth to his car, questionlessly getting into the passenger seat next to him. I buckle myself in and lean back in my seat, ignoring the voice in my head telling me to run. Stupid fucking thoughts. You don’t know anything, you drunk bastards.

“Hey, what’s your address?” I mumble out the street and house number, feeling my thoughts blurring together. “Alright.”

I look out of the window next to me, watching houses, cars, and everything else out there blur past me. I watch the shadow the car casts every time we pass a street light, my eyes watching it as it stretches out and then disappears. I start to get suspicious after a while of driving since nothing we pass looks like anything that I normally pass on the way home.

“Hey, man. Are you sure we’re going the right way? Cuz I recognize like... none of these streets from the way home. I mean, I don’t think you’re really gonna do something, this just... does not feel right, like, at all.”

“Oh yeah, don’t worry about it. One of my exes used to live there and we would go to that bar a lot, so I know a shortcut.”

“Uh-huh.” I nod a little and look back out the window, watching everything pass by me. Alright.

I push myself up a little, looking around the room I’ve found myself in. _Huh. This is... not my house. At__ least, I don’t think. This feels wrong. This probably is wrong, huh? Goddamnit, what the fuck did I do?_ My thoughts feel muddy and sluggish, **** still filling my system. _Where am I? Why is it so fucking cold in here?_

I look down some, noticing my entire top half-naked. I move my legs some, feeling the blankets rubbing directly against my skin and confirming something that I feared. _Oh no._

I hear footsteps ringing out from some room or hallway near me, clearly getting closer. Seth appears in the doorway to the bedroom I’m in, completely naked, except for his underwear. I strain to make out anything else about him, other than who he is and his level of dress, but his distance from me and the **** in my system leaves my vision blurred enough that I can’t do it.

“Oh, you’re awake,” he remarks, looking almost surprised at the whole thing. I fight the urge to scream or run or do anything that would get me in any trouble. As bad as the situation already was, I know I can’t do anything that would make it worse on myself. _Say something._

_“Uh-_ Yeah.” Seth comes over and sits down on the bed next to me, sending my heartrate through the roof. My hands shake, but I fight to keep myself visually calm, worried about him using my anxiety against me. I look up at him, trying to make eye contact and seem as though everything’s normal.

“Do you feel alright?” _Why wouldn’t I?_

 “Yeah. I think I’m still a little drunk,” I respond, pushing myself up enough to lean back against the headboard behind me. “Well, it’s more tipsy, I guess. Like, I feel fine enough, but I maybe shouldn’t drive... if that makes sense.”

“Yeah, I get that.” I flinch as he starts absentmindedly running his fingers through my hair. _Jesus Christ, calm down. You’re here regardless and whatever happened happened, might as well go with it. Besides, you don’t even know if anything did happen. Calm down, man._

A moment of silence passes between the two of us, before the other shoe drops for me.

“Hey, this isn’t my house, right? I mean, I’ve gotten pretty drunk before, but I’ve never not recognized my house.” I look around the room to emphasize my last point and try to figure out where I am.

“Right, yeah. About halfway over to your place you asked me if we could go back to my place.” I tense up and look at Seth with confusion and concern, growing worried about the situation again. _God, did I really do that? Fuck. This is why you don’t get drunk, moron._ “So I asked you if you were sure, because I know when I’m drunk, I’ll sometimes say something just to say it and not really mean it, so I figured I should ask.”

He pauses for a moment and I feel a need to fill the silence with something. “And I said yes, right?”

“God, sorry, yes. And multiple times.” Really? “And you wouldn’t really let it go for a bit. Got pretty handsy, too, actually.” _Yeah, that about tracks._ I nod at him, trying to take him at his word, for my own sake, if nothing else. _There’s something else._

“One more question, if you don’t mind.”

“Shoot.” _Here goes._

“Did, uh. Did we- _Fuck,_ let me start over. What happened, exactly? Not that I don’t trust you, as much

as I can trust a stranger, anyway, but I’m missing God knows how much time and you’re the only person who I can really ask, since, you know.”

“Don’t worry about it- it’s a fair question. When we got here, I went to make myself a drink and you asked for a, _uh... fuck, what was it?_ God, that doesn’t matter, the point is it was alcoholic and since you’re a grown man and I’m not bound by any stupid legal code I gave it to you.” That’s definitely bad.

“I- Sorry to interrupt but how much did we drink?” Not that I could get any more drunk than I was.

“We drained around two and a half-ish bottles of rum and just some random other stuff.” _Who keeps that much rum in their house?_ “So anyway, we burned through all that booze and then we had sex.” My chest and jaw tighten up and I feel a wave of shock go through me. _That can’t be right. Maybe you heard him wrong. You are fucking drunk._

“What?”

“We had sex. What, do you have a problem with that?” _Fuck._

“Um...” I freeze up, trying to decipher the strange feeling growing in my chest. _Holy shit._