Closed A House Party

Dreya shut her eyes, trying to still the beating of her heart and the slight tremble in her hands. She wasn't used to anyone being this close, outside of her brother. She almost wished that Etienne was here, her eyes unthinkingly scanning the crowd as if he might appear from the masses. She took a shaky breath, gripping tightly to her drink and sipping at it. "Do you miss it?" She asked, resisting the urge to peek up at him. He was too close, and she was starting to feel lightheaded. If she turned, she wasn't sure she'd be able to help but give in and lean against him, letting her nose trace along the lines of his neck.
 
Corentin liked being this close to her and considered it. "No," it was a true answer, though he could give more nuance to it. The fact the different places were just different, that he was different, older and not as prone to wanting to drink heavily. "I like my life now, even with being under 30, a widow and single parent," he told her honestly.
 
Dreya took a deep breath and finished her drink. "I'm glad you're happy then," She replied, swaying a little as the drinks started to hit her a bit more. "I'm feeling a bit tired, but I'm not sure I could get home on my own... would you mind walking me?" She asked, putting a hand to her flushed cheek. She took a deep breath, wandering if having a glass of water was outlandish at a party like this.
 
Corentin gave a little smile and finished his own drink. he nodded. "Sure, I'll happily walk you home," he assured her. He put his arm out, intending to guide her out of the house and towards a spot where they could apparate to Dreya's home.
 
Dreya took a deep breath, feeling a little dizzy. She wrapped both hands around his arm and leant a little too heavily into him. She didn't mean to, but the lightness in her head was doing funny things. She focused on her breathing, and tried to watch her feet, not wanting to trip and embarrass herself. "Thank you, Corentin," She murmured, burying her face in his shoulder.
 
Corentin smiled with ease at her, holding her in close to him, and keeping them moving. "I've got you Dreya," he assured her. "Did you have a good night?" he asked, just wanting to check in with her. Make sure that it hadn't been the worst experience of her life.
 
Dreya was flushed, trying to keep her head level. "It was nice," She replied. "If only for the music and the company," She stumbled a bit, glad she had his support to keep her from toppling. "Erm... Cory, could... could you call my brother?" She asked. "I don't want to be at home alone tonight. Eti could come over for a few hours, at least," She spoke, half to herself. Though part of her worried he wouldn't be willing to leave Sophie with the girls.
 
Corentin smiled and kept her upright. He nodded, "I don't have a phone, but if you have one, I can call?" he said gently. "But you can always come back to mine?" he offered. "You can sleep on the bed, I'll take the couch, I can keep an eye on you," he offered, knowing it was a bit forward and knowing he wouldn't be upset if she said no.
 
Dreya grumbled. "He won't come," She whined softly, leaning against Cory a bit heavier. "He's busy with his wife and babies," She sighed. "Could I?" She murmured, the full extent of her drinking really hitting her. She whined softly, hiding her face in his shoulder. Okay, maybe she wouldn't drink much anymore.
 
Corentin nodded. "Of course," the man said. He knew she could easily stay with him, and he could make sure she was okay, since he could tell the alcohol was hitting her pretty hard. "I'll take care of you Dreya," he assured.
 
Dreya hummed happily, burrowing against him, focusing more on his warmth than on really trying to walk. "That would be nice," She murmured, just giving up on walking and leaning against him. "My head is spinny," She yawned, before giggling and lacing her arms more around his waist. "What was that stuff you gave me?"
 
Corentin watched as she leaned against him. "Do you want a piggy back?" he offered, offering to carry her, while not carrying her in a way that was maybe too close. "It was just beer, you can't hold alcohol, but that's okay, I've got you," he told her. He was keeping her in close and walking towards a place they could apparate.
 
Dreya let him guide her into a piggy back, leaning her head on his shoulder and shutting her eyes. She mumbled softly, yawning. "Sorry," She managed. "I'm not much of a drinker it seems," She acted a bit more on impulse, inhibitions diminished, and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. "Maybe just a lil' bit next time."
 
Corentin made sure he had a good hold of her and then got back up and began moving again. "That's okay," he assured her. "Next time we can both only have a little," he assured. "Hold on tight and I'll apparate," he warned her.
 
Dreya tightened her arms a little around him, burying her face in his neck and staying close. "Okay," She whispered, humming happily at how warm he was. "Next time sounds nice," She murmured. "Maybe just like... wine and cheese with some movies." She mused, thinking that sounded like a good date.
 
Corentin waited until she had finished speaking and then apparated them to his place. "That sounds like a nice date, when you're sober I'll invite you to do that," he said softly, moving in the house and going towards his bedroom.
 
Dreya giggled softly, already half asleep. "Probably say yes," She murmured, thinking that she'd never say no to a date with Corentin. Though she wasn't sure if she'd said that out loud or not. She yawned, melting a bit more against him. "You're warm," She murmured.
 
Corentin manoeuvred her as best he could and got her on to his bed. He went to lay her down on her side, and the pull the covers over her. "Sleep Dreya," he said. "I'll just be through the door if you need anything,"
 
Dreya groaned when Cory dropped her in the bed, and she reached out to try and grab for his hand. "Don't go," She murmured, head swimming. "Stay? Please?" She shut her eyes, arm dropping onto the bed. "You're really sweet, Corentin," She sighed, smiling softly. "Has anyone ever mentioned how handsome you are?"
 
Corentin let her grab his hand, and then he moved to the bed. Moving to a spot next to her, and then letting her get in close if she wanted it, but being a presence next to her. His wife had once, and a couple of times mentioned how handsome he was, though it had been a while. "Famously, according to my son, I'm stinky daddy," he said softly, opting to not remind Dreya of his dead wife, and instead just of his son. "You're beautiful Dreya, now rest," he instructed.
 
Dreya shifted when she felt him lay down with her, and she shifted, curling up against him. "Parties are worth it, if this is how they end," She yawned. "Is clubbing like this too?" She asked, nuzzling against him, draping her arm over his waist. She was still feeling a bit dizzy, and lightheaded, but not so much so that she felt sick. Just... giggly.
 
Corentin gave a little smile as she curled into him. He adjusted himself to bring her in closer and then nodded vaguely. "It can be, it's usually a little less chaotic," he said. "I can take you to a club, if you would like, at some point in the future,"
 
Dreya hummed softly, half asleep. "Only if we can be like this after," She replied gently. She sighed. "I really like you, Corentin," She squeezed her arm gently around her waist. "I'm just... worried." She admitted. "I don't want to be the replacement... or worry I'm not good enough." She sighed, nuzzling against his neck. "I'm not sure if I want to want this... not when I know I wouldn't be what you'd want if things were different."
 
Corentin gave a little sigh at her words, knowing that her feelings on this were probably pretty valid until he really said otherwise. "You wouldn't be the replacement, and you are good enough," he said softly. He wasn't sure what else to say. "Sleep Dreya, this'll all be easier in the morning," he encouraged.
 
Dreya hardly heard him, falling asleep curled up against him. It was one of the best nights of sleeps she'd had in a while. Still, she woke up the next morning, a little disoriented with a dry mouth and an aching head. She needed a glass of water. Dreya sat up, rubbing her eyes before looking around, blinking away the sleep. She remembered going out drinking at a party with Cory last night, but the rest was a bit fuzzy. She vaguely remembered him taking her home and laying her down... but this didn't look like her place.
 
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