Ruben & Winter

"Why the fuck are you trying to get me to drink more? I said I've had enough." 

"Because you obviously need to chill out. Now, stop treating me like a rapist. It's starting to piss me off."

"Now you're putting words in my mouth. I never fucking called you a rapist. I have every reason to be upset right now. Maybe you're the one that needs to chill out."

"You keep making insinuations and that's the same thing. Look, I'm just going to go out for awhile. I'll see you in the morning."
-Ruben

"Good, have fun. Maybe I'll actually be able to relax." 

"Yeah, you have fun with that." I grabbed my jacket on the way out as I left.
Ruben

I watched him leave and shook my head. What a bunch of ridiculousness. While I knew this whole situation could've been worse, I wished I hadn't been stuck with someone so damn uptight. I didn't have anything to wear to bed, so I'd have to wear the clothes I had on. Oh well, didn't matter to me, I just wanted to get some sleep. I went hunting for a pillow and blanket and when I found extras in the closet, I curled up on the couch and quickly drifted out. 

I didn't stay out long, just long enough so maybe she'd be asleep by the time I got back. The liquor would definitely help with that. I got back in and found her curled up on the sofa so I picked her up and carried her upstairs and into my room. I tucked her in gently "Goodnight, Winter." I said and left.
Ruben

I woke up in the middle of the night and got up to use the restroom, realizing after a moment that... yup... I wasn't downstairs anymore. I shook my head, starting to get pissed again. Some people just couldn't take a fucking hint. I used the restroom then grabbed the pillow and blanket off the bed, taking them into the guest room, and laying down on the floor. I was still so damn exhausted it didn't take me long to pass out again.

It was past morning and heading into lunch when I finally went upstairs to check on her. She'd woke up at some point and left my room...no surprise there. I found her in the guest room floor snoozing down, looking kind of peaceful, actually. "Man, you're going to have a terrible hangover." I said to myself. I knelt down and shook her a little bit "Wake up, sleeping beauty."

I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. "I'd rather not," I mumbled.

"What's wrong, dearest? Feeling queasy?"

"I'll be fine asshole. But do you have to talk so fucking loud?" 

I leaned over and took the corner of the blanket pulling it down a little so I could see her face "You're kinda sexy when you get all angry with me."

I turned over and glared at him. "You are just asking to get punched aren't you." 

I smirked at her "So, violent. Why is that?"

"Because I am not a morning person and you are in my personal space. Back off please. At the very least until I get a shower."

"Speaking of personal space...I could really invade yours right about now." I was still smiling but she glared at me pretty hard "You could like me if you'd give yourself a chance to."

"Like I really have any reason to. Are you gonna leave me alone so I can shower or not?" 

"Not until you atleast smile."

"Yeah, that is so not happening. Get out of my face and let me shower." 

"Alright, have it your way. Can I fix you something to eat?"

"Do you enjoy cleaning up vomit first thing in the morning? No? Well there's your answer." 

"You don't realize it but for you, I'd probably clean up anything."

"Yeah, okay. Go fuck yourself." I forced myself up and moved past him to head to the bathroom.