OOOOOOH! Georgie Washingmachine would lock the king in a storage closet and Laf and Ham would cover for him. 100%. Can’t convince me otherwise.
Warnings: hostage!george, potential clausterphobia trigger
Word Count: 525
A/N: Buckle up there’s at least 5 more of these. Read tryoml!
I received my diploma, enjoyed my dinner, and now I was the slightest bit tipsy. My boyfriend, it seemed, was finally getting along with my friends and my brother. The whole day I was filled with an overwhelming sense of pride. Between my accomplishment in school, my friends support, and my boyfriend being his lovely self, I felt complete. Nothing could possible go wrong for me. I was also especially happy because my good friend, Lafayette, was able to make it to my party.
“You know, Laf, I wish I was in France right now.” I slung an arm loosely around his shoulders.
“Non, it is so boring in France.” He giggled and hiccupped drunkenly.
“Please it’s the city of love, how boring could it be?”
“Mon ange, it is not as lovely as it seems.” I giggled and scanned the room, scrunching my eyebrows as I looked.
“Hey, Laf, have you seen George?”
“Uh, who?” I rolled my eyes.
“My boyfriend.” The Frenchman’s eyes widened and mine narrowed.
“I do not know him well, so I do not know where he is.” I was suspicious.
“Really?” His eyes looked around the room.
“Zat is ze truth.” I nodded, walking off.
“Mon ange, where are you going?”
“To find my boyfriend.” I kept walking, my detective skills on full display. My eyes landed on Eliza as I waved her over.
“Have you seen my boyfriend?” She shook her head and paused.
“He was with Alex, I think. Ask him!” I nodded and thanked her, walking over to Alex.
“Hey, I was looking around and noticed that my boyfriend isn’t around. Do you know where he is?” Alex looked me up and down before answering cooly.
“I talked to him once this whole time, but I don’t know where he’s at right now, I’m sorry.” He took a sip of his beer and looked around the room. He was acting shifty. I nodded and slowly walked away, heading for the bathroom.
I shuffled through bodies and made my way to the bathroom. Once I got to the door, I tried the lock. It was occupied. I started to make my way back to the party before I heard a tap on the door on the other side of the hall.
“Hello, is anyone there?” I stopped moving. Was that George?
“Y/N? Can you get me out of here?” I laughed in disbelief.
“Yes where are you?” He banged on the door as I reached for the key. I opened it and my boyfriend fell out onto me.
“Oh thank God, I was starting to get claustrophobic.” I drunkenly giggled and kissed him.
“How the hell did you get stuck in there?”
“Your brother.” I stopped smiling.
“Really?” I was met with giggles from around the corner. I peeked my head around and saw Laf, Alex, and the Devil himself.
“George, why did you lock him in a closet?”
“Come on, Y/N. It was all in good fun,” He pat my boyfriend’s shoulder. “right, Georgie?” I eyed my boyfriend and raised an eyebrow. He lightly brushed my brother off, laughing nervously.