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“Shhh,” Ed says, though who he’s shushing, Stede has no idea. His head lolls helplessly, and he lurches forward into Stede’s arms like a sack of sexy, drunk potatoes. “Shhhhhh, s’late.”
“It is,” Stede agrees, amused. “Did you have a good time?”
“Mm. We stayed in. Fang made old fashioneds.”
“You hate old fashioneds.”
“Made old fashioneds for him,” Ed clarifies, his voice slack against Stede’s neck. “For me, he made. Uhh. This thing with, like. Birthday cake vodka?”
“Sounds yummy. What were the other ingredients?”
Ed loosens himself from the embrace, teetering backwards to squint at Stede.
“What other ingredients?” he slurs.
(Or: Ed comes home plastered. Stede has a few moral reservations about giving him what he asks for. A modern era two-shot about communication, vulnerability, consent and birthday cake vodka. It's mostly drunk sex. Happy birthday, SD!)