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It was nearly 2 AM but Mother Base was still going strong, loud laughter and even louder music still blaring throughout the base. It was the boss' birthday and while it had started out calm with a cake and some singing, as the evening went on and it became nightfall, things got rowdier. The music came on, the booze came out and everyone let loose. There was dancing, drinking games, card games, all sorts of activities happening on the main command platform.
Quiet usually stayed away in her cell during these parties the base would hold every so often but due to it being Venom's birthday, she had decided to stay and watch from above on one of the metal walkways. Staying up here was for the best, as most of the base weren't exactly her biggest fans and she didn’t need an incident happening on Venom's birthday of all days.
She silently looked down at everyone enjoying themselves and she would also keep an eye on Venom. He was currently sitting with a few soldiers, drinking and laughing. It made Quiet smile to see him like this, his perma-guard slightly down and smiling for once. She knew it definitely helped morale for the Diamond Dogs to see their fearless and powerful boss like this every once in a while.
Venom let out a loud laugh and slightly spilled his drink on the front of his shirt, causing another round of laughter to go around. Quiet shook her head at the display in front of her but still kept her smile.
Dumbass...
Quiet continued her watch over him until around 3 AM.
It was when he almost fell flat on his face trying to get himself another drink that Quiet decided that she needed to step in. Sure, being lighthearted around his soldiers helped but being an absolute fool didn't. He didn't need to become the new laughingstock of the base for his antics tonight.
Even though Quiet had a feeling none of them would remember most of the night in the morning.
Quiet appeared in front of Venom, having jumped over the metal railing of the walkway above. She took the drink out of his hand and shook her head at him, a slight smile on her face to not upset him.
You've had enough.
"Quiet?" He said to her, seemingly surprised to see her. A wide grin broke across his face as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and he tried to pull her towards the group of men he had been hanging out with.
"Guys! It's Quiet!" He yelled over to them and Quiet expected them to glare at her like always, but instead, she was greeted with a drunken cheer from them. While rolling her eyes at them, she broke out Venom's grip and stepped back from him. He tilted his head her but kept his grin with his cheeks a reddish color. Venom seemed to have noticed his drink now gone and looked at it in Quiet's hand. Attempting to grab it from her, Quiet only stepped back again.
"C-Come on, Quiet." He laughed at her, still following her to get his drink. The two played this small game for a couple of minutes, slowly going in circles around the group of men, all of them laughing at their shenanigans. He would step forward, his arm out and she would step back, drink firmly in hand away from him.
It eventually got her laughing too.
Until he tripped on the leg of a chair and fell forward.
Dropping the drink, she lunged towards him to attempt to catch him. Quiet got Venom by the arm and helped with stopping him from fully hitting the ground. He landed on one knee but kept laughing. When she helped him up, Venom swayed a bit and Quiet decided now was probably the best time for him to get to bed. Wrapping her arm around him, she started to lead him away from the group.
"A-Are we going somewhere, Quiet?" He slurred his words to her but she kept moving.
"Night, Boss!"
"See you in the morning, Boss!"
He heard his men shout behind him and he turned to lazily wave to them over his shoulder.
"Have fun, Boss!" One of them shouted and it caused more laughter to break out and Quiet for the millionth time that night shook her head at these drunk men. Heading in the direction of his quarters, Quiet kept her grip firm on him while Venom hummed some song that played this evening. She was just happy he was willing to go with her and not resist her. It definitely made this infinitely easier.
After a few easy going steps, Venom tripped over his own feet and went forward again. Like before, Quiet hastily grabbed him but Venom fell to the ground on his knees this time. Quiet attempted to pull him up for good and he rose to his feet, only to fall once again. Venom at least had the mind to try to brace himself with his hands this time, but he failed and ended up on his knees and forearms. Luckily since he still wore his usual glove, he didn't scrape his lone flesh hand on the harsh concrete of Mother Base.
After a few more tries, Quiet resigned that getting him up at this point was futile and they would be here until sunrise if they kept like this. Quiet decided it would be best if she just carried him.
But how was the question at hand.
The first thought that ran through her mind was to get back at him and carry him in the style he had carried her when he bested her in combat back in Afghanistan. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable way to be carried, especially when you're still out of it from battle.
No... If I do that he may get sick...
Quiet eventually decided on a simple piggyback ride. Venom was a big guy, but she knew she could take his weight just fine.
It took a few tries of him getting his balance but they eventually got it.
Just as she thought, Quiet was able to carry him relatively easily. His head rested into the crook of her neck with his arms loosely hanging around both of her shoulders and she tried not to focus on how close their bodies were at this point. All she could smell was the alcohol on his clothes and she noted to herself to get him out of them once they got back.
They soon got to the door to his quarters and it slid open for them and she still carried him inside. Bringing him over to the bed, she faced it backwards to get him to slide off of her back onto his bed, but he still clung to her. She knew she shouldn't just drop him so she tried to move her elbows at least to give him the hint to let go.
This would be a million times easier if she could just tell him to get off of her. But in his current state, would he even listen to her anyway?
Whether he got the hint or just lost his balance, Venom eventually let go of her and landed softly onto the bed in a seated position. Quiet turned around and noticed how he was slowly going backward and she hastily grabbed his arm to have him seated upright properly.
The way his clothes reeked of alcohol from spilling on himself was getting too much for her so she helped him with getting his shirt off, like she had made of note of just a few minutes ago. Luckily, he was only dressed in a fatigue shirt and pants and not all of his usual gear. After his shirt was off, she kneeled on the ground and started untying his boots. Venom slightly swayed, still humming to himself.
Quiet was praying internally that right now would not be the time he decided to puke with her right below him. After she was done with his getting his boots off, Quiet stood back up and placed her hands on his shoulders.
That's better... She thought to herself now that the smell had decreased slightly. That should be enough, I'm sure he'll shower in the morning once he's sober.
He looked up at her, his face still red and that grin still in place.
"Hi, Quiet." He said to her childishly and she couldn't help but let out a small laugh. She never expected an intimidating man like him to become so... cute when drunk.
"You're so pretty. You know that? You're so, so, sooooo pretty." He slurred again at her and Quiet's smile faded. While shaking her head, she turned his shoulders while pushing him so he'd get the hint to lay down on his stomach. She didn’t need him choking on his vomit if he did end up puking. Venom complied, again making Quiet happy that this was going somewhat easy, and lied down on his stomach with the side on his face on his pillow and one leg and arm off the side of the bed. Quiet was worried that the side of his face he was on would bother his shrapnel but the pillow seemed soft enough to not do so. Quiet got him medicine and a glass of water for the morning and put it on his bedside table.
Figuring she had done enough, she turned to leave. Venom, even while this drunk, seemed to get it that she was leaving. The arm he had off the side of the bed reached out and grabbed her, pulling her downwards. Not expecting this, Quiet fell on her butt with her back to the bed. She felt his breath on her neck and his arm was now lazily slung on her shoulder, his hand resting right above her hip.
"Don't... go, Quiet." He muttered to her and she bit her lip, cursing this whole situation.
Why can't you be like this when you're sober?
After a few moments of silence, Quiet accepted her fate and rested her head back against the side of his mattress. Definitely not the comfiest position, but she'd do it for him.
Fine. I'll stay.
She closed her eyes and listened to his breathing behind her.
It was actually soothing...
Until he let out a hiccup.
If you puke on me though I will punch you in the face.