Just ||Pafp, BxB|| Fall For Me Already

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    —— ❝ C'est La Vie ❞ ——

    I blinked, surprised as he took the shot so quickly. To be quite honest, I hadn't expected him to go for it. I chuckled, downing my own glass right after he did. A fiery burn accompanied the drink. "Ta' shitty days," I said back. I scoffed at the pet name. "I think your gay side is creeping out, mate," I rolled my eyes., and paused. I looked back, searching for the woman I had seen him with earlier. Would she be okay alone? "Didn't you leave your friend? You sure shes safe alone? Not saying shes weak, but..." I trailed off.


    I stood up, taking the other shot. I made a face and shook my head. "Damn, alcohol is terrible." I cursed. I smiled at him and slammed my hands down on the table. If I wasn't totally smashed before, I was now. "Alright, you should go get her, and we can go to a club or something, I'm bored of this place," I said loudly, probably a little bit too loudly, since I turned heads yet again. Honestly, this was a bar for old men! Have some fun, yell a little! Clubs are loud and noisy, and basically the worst place on earth, so I definitely wanted to go. I know I'm still hammered, but it would feel wrong if I left the woman alone, not just because she could be victim to a date rape drug or some messed up shit like that, but also because she was being left out. "Or," I said, just a tiny bit quieter this time. "We could go see Deadpool two, because why the hell not? It's perfect to watch when you're totally drunk, right?" I gave him a thumbs up and the bar waitress waiter whatever you call them came over to me. I'm totally out of it, its bar tender, right? Or like chicken tender? I have no idea.


    I gave him my credit card. "Pay for that dumbasses crap too," I said, pressing the card into the guy's hand. "I'm feeling waaaay too generous," I told him, and he nodded distantly. He pressed a few buttons or whatever on the thingy and gave me my card back. Que the fake smile and 'Have a nice night!'.

    "Resurgam."

    "I'm not just a pretty boy, I can hold my liquor." Gabe shot back, although his speech was really starting to get slurred. "What was in that thing?" He asked, he pointed accusingly at the now empty shot glass of 'orgasm'. The glass may have been small but the drink had packed quite a punch, and at that Gabriel could still feel the remnants of the burning trail the shot had left down his throat. "Isn't," Gabe paused, eyes narrowing, "Isn't everyone kind of gay? I think I read that somewhere." His voice trailed off as he tried to recall where he had heard that little fact. The mention of Lucy brought a spark of recognition back to Gabe's eyes.


    "Oh yeah, Lucy is good. She teaches a self defense class. I'd feel bad for anyone who tried to mess with her, she has a mean right hook." Gabriel laughed, "I don't think, she's had any, any drinks. She's suppose to be my driver," Gabriel stumbled over the sentence, most of his focus now on scanning the room for Lucy instead of speaking. He jumped at Grant's sudden outburst, his focus returning to the drunk man by his side. "Hell yeah!" He chimed in, jumping off his bar stool to add to the noise. He had to lay a hand on the counter to keep from tipping over. "Lucy, come on we're blowing this joint!" He yelled. "Not actually blowing it, you can't give a building a blowjob," Gabriel shook his head and tried again, "We're leaving."


    Lucy was sitting at the opposite side of the room, as far away from the drunken idiots as she could. By this point she had accepted her fate and joined Grant and Gabe, "Alright, alright, we can leave with this strange man," "Grant, I got his name Lucy." Gabe interjected beaming at the woman, she shot him a disinterested look. "Fine Grant, on two conditions. One, you two will quiet down, and two, I will be driving where ever you guys want to go." She continued. "Aww, Luce, you care."

    —— ❝ C'est La Vie ❞ ——


    I honestly felt bad for our designated driver (although I didn't feel bad enough to simply stop and go home). Having to handle two fully grown drunk children couldn't be easy, or pleasant for that matter. Usually I would never laugh at such a blatantly sexual joke, but for some reason, alcohol made everything funny. "Kiiiiid, you've gotta stop saying sexual things," I draped an arm around his shoulders and grinned. Intimate advances on a significantly younger guy who's straight with a female friend baby-sitting us? Check that shi!t off my bucket list. Who cares anyway? I'd never see him again, and we probably wouldn't even remember each other in the morning, so lets do whatever the hell we want right now. "There's," I paused, thinking. "I think there's one of those annoying like college kid clubs around here somewhere?


    I heard her talk and smiled. She was damn right to be wary of an old man who just randomly made friends with your buddy. I was almost proud, although there was nothing to be proud about. "Everyone's a stranger until you meet them, hun." I chuckled. 'Hun'!? God, what, am I and eighty year old southern bell with six kids and a gay cashew for a pet? Ignore that last part, my brain is fried. Like DEEP fried. I put a finger to my lips and made a zipping motion, then saluted her. "Yea, boss, whatever the FUUUUCK you want, as long as we survive tonight I'm pretty much good with anything," I told her, finally pulling my arm off the other male.


    I marched out the door, only stopping to hold it open for the other two. "Move it or lose it, ladies, we've got a terribly terrible night ahead of us."


    "Resurgam."