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Yura didn't meant to get Sanya drunk. He really didn't. He just encouraged her to drink a bit. How was he meant to know her tolerance wasn't all that good!
"Yura, Yura! Listen to me." Sanya tugged on the sleeve of his jumper. In quite an adorable manner. Her normally pale face had some nice colour to it. Her voice carried more boldness than usual.
"What does our Sanya have to say?" Yura said, as he took a drink from his own cup.
"Uh… something. I wanted to say something." She turned her head and pulled her cap down.
Yura let out a laugh. She was cute, he wanted to tease her. "What did you want to say? Did you chicken out on finally confessing your love to me?"
"No!! I don't even have a crush on you. I've said this. I'm just happy being friends! You're a great friend Yura. You're nice, funny and kinda annoying at times. I think you have a good laugh-"
"If you don't shut up. That guy's ego will grow to big." Arthur said. He'd been ignoring them as he waited for Tsar who was talking to some people about music. Yana and Ivan where with him as well.
"What me? A big ego. Arthur, Arthur. Sanya here is just telling the truth. Isn't that right?" Yura put his arm round Sanya who looked away from the two of them.
"Not the truth in the slightest. You're annoying, dishonest, fat, annoying and-"
"Arthur!! Don't be mean… you can hate me but Yura's done nothing wrong."
He wouldn't say nothing but Yura appreciates the sentiment.
"Yeah yeah." Arthur said before he put his ear buds in. It would probably best they leave him alone! He can stare and look menacing whilst he gets to tease Sanya and figure out how to get her home without Sergei killing him.
"Aww. Sanya is defending my honour? You're too kind." Yura pats her back.
"It's not like that…"
Yura felt her wobble over into him. They should probably find a quieter place and sit down. Then he can come up with a plan. What if he makes Yana and Tsar walk her home? Sergei wouldn't punch a woman or a child. Olya said Sergei isn't a violent person and Nikita said he's harmless for the most part. There was a problem though. Small problem. Sergei hates Yuri Beletsky and well he was Yuri Beletsky. But it'll be fine if Yana and Tsar do it!
He lifts his arm off Sanya and pokes Arthur. "We're going to find a quieter place to cool off. Let Yana and Tsar know they'll be taking her home."
"What?1 I want to spend time with Yura though!" Sanya cries out.
Arthur shrugs. "You brought her here, she's your responsibility."
"Well just ask them—" He protests.
Before Arthur could insult him, the three familiar figures pop up in front of them all. Yana, Ivan and Tsar.
"What's going on here? Oh my gosh. Sanya, are you okay? Your cheeks are bright red." Yana proclaimed. Shoving aside Arthur and making her way to Sanya.
Arthur stumbled and rolled his eyes. "Sanya's just drunk. She has a low tolerance and Yura is a stupid influence."
Yura sighed inwardly. He didn't mean to get her this drunk. He took a gulp of his drink again.
"Anyways. I was thinking of letting you and Tsar walk her home."
"I want to spend time with Yura though…" Sanya said.
"I gotta get back with Arthur though." Tsar replied. He looked curiously at Sanya. To be fair, none of them had ever seen her drunk before.
Yana on the other hand said, "Well. I wouldn't mind but are you really going to ignore a her wishes? Look. She looks so sad, like an abandoned puppy."
"Oh you're right. She does!" Ivan said with a smile.
"I'll bring cigarettes to your gravestone. Good luck." Arthur gave him a thumbs up and an uncaring stare.
"Huh? Why would Yura die? I don't have confetti…" Tsar said.
"Yura's dying?! Yura don't die…" Sanya said, grasping onto him. Ah. She was cute like that as well.
"First of all, rude. Don't bring confetti to my funeral. Second of all, it's because Sanya's brother totally hates me. I'm just going to get a lecture on responsible drinking if I go." Yura replied, as still looked at Sanya.
"I'd like to see that." Tsar said.
"A great sight to behold yes." Yura said sarcastically. "Anyways, I see none of you are willing to sacrifice yourselves for your good friend. I'll remember this day with great pain."
"I'd sacrifice myself! I'll see what I can say to Sergei… Maybe if we call Ni-" Sanya began to say.
"Sanya, let's not say anything you'd regret when sober." Yura tapped her on the head. She purposely hid her connection to Nikita so he assumed it would be the best option to shush her up. "It's a good plan though. Let's get you home first."
"Alright. Bye everyone, I love you all." Sanya proclaimed.
Yura is about to tease her when Yana pushed him out of the way to give Sanya a big hug. "We love you too. You're just so cute like this. You're tuff exterior all gone. So cute."
"See you next time." Tsar said.
Arthur gave them a nod and Ivan had to peel Yana off of Sanya. Yura hands his mostly empty cup to Arthur and ignored his complaints.He then took her by the hand and led her out of the party. The cool air was a nice separation from the party and everything going on. Sanya was pretty quiet ever since the split up from the rest.
"You good?" He asked.
"Sorry." She said. Her eyes looked at the ground. She stopped walking.
"Why?"
"For making you take care of me when you didn't want to."
Ah shit. Emotions. He didn't want to be an asshole though. He'll try get this sorted as soon as he could.
"Listen. It's totally chill. It was more that I wanted to avoid Sergei's lecture. We can get Nikita or Olya to show up on the date of the lecture I'm sure. Nikita likes you enough."
"Mhm… So you don't hate me?" She said shyly.
"Of course not. We're friends. Now let's go. You don't want to prove Arthur right about you being an idiot do you?"
"I don't!" She said, her voice having her normal confidence back.
"Right then. Let's go!"
He tightened his grip on her hand, not caring its sweaty and continued on their way.