they're dumbasses

A friendly drinking competition that’s what it was supposed to be, now franz is pretty sure ollie is drunk out of his mind, he has lost his pants ,the frenchman is pretty sure he threw them into the harbor or burned them.

It all started when franz decided it was time to bug his favorite brit with a drinking competition , barging into ollie’s house and dragged him to a pub. And they both started drinking ollie started off with some strangely sweet alcoholic drink that turned into tequila at some point while franz drank the strongest wine they had.

Half an hour in and it’s all gone down hill , ollie is too drunk to think and he keeps talking about some odd thing, he has lost his pants.

Franz thought this would be a FUN competition it’s just tiring to him. Keeping up with a drunk ollie is the same as taking care of a hyper two year old , god franz is too old for this shit he thinks grimacing and he finally finds ollie’s pants on the floor .

Ollie sluggishly lifts his head from the counter , a dopey smile on his face slurring his words as his speaks “do we need “ he pauses thinking of the word “wine..?”

Franz looks at him like he has said something ridiculous and he HAS, “no , I need wine” he glares at ollie disappointedly “ you need to put your pants back on”

The border collie mumbler and whines loudly like a child , “ but life is so freeing without them” , he shows it but stretching his legs to show he is only wearing boxers right now.

Franz send a death glare toward the pink head “Pants. On . Now” it is noticed but ollie doesn’t seem to do anything about it except a small ‘yeah yeah’.