For the Ultimate Pairing Drabble Comp – Roxanne/Fredii and the prompt drunk.

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Roxanne tips back another shot of Firewhiskey, grimacing at the burn as she swallows. She's lost count of how many she's actually had, but she knows it's quite a bit because everything's hazy and the world feels like it's spinning under her. She motions for another one.

She sees a hand wave the bartender off and galleons placed on the counter. "That's enough Roxy," a smooth voice says. "Come on, I'm taking you home."

Roxanne turns her head to see her brother standing there, a concerned look painted on his face. He moves to wrap her arm around his shoulder but Roxanne pulls away. "I'm fine," she says, slurring her words.

"How many have you had?" he asks. When she doesn't answer, he presses on. "What time is it?" Still, she can't answer. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He holds up his hand, showing her three fingers.

"Piss off, Fred," she finally growls.

He ignores her statement and grabs her wrist. In her drunken state, she has no time to register what he's trying to do nor to move out of his way. The moment his hand touches her wrist, he's Apparating them away.

When they land, Roxanne falls to her knees, vomiting most of the alcohol in her system. In between heaves, she's thankful that Fred, at least, had the brains to Apparate them directly to the bathroom in her flat. He's still there, holding her long red hair out of her face and rubbing comforting circles on her back.

She gets up, turns on the tap and swishes water around in her mouth to get rid of the taste. When she's done that, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She disappears through the door and climbs into her bed.

"You need to eat, especially after throwing up like that," Fred tells her.

She turns away from him. "Go away." She feels the bed dip. "Why can't you leave me alone?"

Fred chuckles. "Because you're my sister and I worry about you," he whispers. "Are you going to tell me why you were trying to drink yourself into a coma?"

She shakes her head because how can she tell him that she loves him? How can she tell him that she's always loved him, more than she should, but yet, it never seems to be enough? How can she tell him that her heart flutters when he touches her?

"Go away," she growls out, tears pricking the back of her eyes. "Please…just go away."

"Alright. I'll come check on you in the morning." He kisses her cheek. "Love you, Roxy."

She squeezes her eyes shut and lets her heart hear those words. He'll never love her in the way she loves him, but, for tonight, she can pretend. "Love you too, Fred," she whispers as he's walking away.

She hears a pop, signaling that he's left. "I always will love you," she whispers before sleep overcomes her.