The Penguins won the Eastern Conference Finals, and the whole stadium cheered so loudly you thought your eardrums would burst. They had a shot at the Cup!

You went down to the bench after for the Three Stars, and Beau flashed you a grin as he was named Second Star. “Hey baby, we’re going out for drinks after to celebrate, you wanna come?”

You shook your head, smiling. “No, I’m fine. I don’t drink often, anyways.” He glanced back. “You sure? It’ll be a good time!”

You nodded. “I’m sure. Go have fun! I’ll see you at home.”

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Hours later, Beau still wasn’t back. It was now 2:00 am, and the bars would be closing, if that’s where they went. But you waited.

After 3:00, you tried calling him. He picked up on the seventh ring. “Beau, where are you?” you snapped. You waited for a direct answer, but you could hear him calling something out in the background. “Hey Nealer, where the fuck are we?" you heard him slur, but it didn’t sound like he got a response. "I’m really not sure where we are. But we’re sooo drunk!” He seemed happy, like answering you was a game and he won. But you weren’t impressed. “Alright, give the phone to James,” you commanded. Beau must have complied, because James Neal answered right away.

“Hey, what’s up?” Neal said, obviously not too drunk. Well, not Beau-drunk at least.

‘Where are you guys? I want Beau home. It’s after three in the morning, you dipshit.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll get him home safely. He’s such a lightweight, it’s not even funny,” he said with a laugh. Obviously it was funny to them.

“Fine. Get him home by 3:30.” You hung up, exasperated.

Three thirty on the dot, the doorbell rang. You opened the door to see Nealer holding Beau up while he staggered through the door. “Thanks, James. I’ll handle it from here.” He nodded and left, dumping his cargo of Beau on you. Now you staggered under his weight, but managed to make your way to the bedroom. As soon as Beau was in bed under the sheet, you grabbed a glass of water and two tablet of aspirin, placing them on the bedside table for him as soon as he woke up. With him being that drunk, no doubt he was going to have a major hangover in the morning.

You shut off the lights and climbed into bed. Just as soon as you were about to fall asleep, you heard Beau whisper your name. “What?” you huffed.

Beau chuckled sleepily, still drunk. “You know, baby, I get drunk on you as easy as I do tequila…”

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