Title: AlcoholNotes: Written for femslash100100(zeroes table, prompt 074 "Alcohol"). See the full table here. Also available on AO3.

“Are you sure you should have another drink?” Margaery asked her girlfriend. They’d been at the party barely an hour and so far Sansa had two beers and three jello shots. At least, that was how many Margaery had counted.

“I’m fine” Sansa said, slurring her words.

Margaery raised her eyebrows. She made a silent vow to keep an eye on Sansa tonight and not drink any more herself.

An hour later, Sansa dragged Margaery to the center of the living room to dance. After some hesitation, she began dancing in time with Sansa.

But after a few minutes of this, Sansa stopped dancing. Turning pale, she covered her mouth and made a beeline for the kitchen sink, which she vomited into.

Sighing, Margaery held her girlfriend’s hair back until Sansa stopped retching. Grabbing a napkin, she gave it to Sansa to wipe her face. “Okay, let’s get out of here” she said. She steered Sansa towards the door, suspecting the worst was still yet to come and hoping Sansa didn’t vomit again until they made it home.

Once they made it home, Margaery tucked Sansa into bed, making sure there was a trash can nearby. She grabbed two ibuprofen and a glass of water. “Take this” she ordered.

Sansa moaned in protest but Margaery added “You’re already going to feel like crap tomorrow. Trust me, the water and pills will help.”

Sansa complied, and Margaery slipped into bed beside her girlfriend. It was going to be a long night.