- "Cmon... drink it, it will help you with the hangover tomorrow"
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You live in a house with a roomate, he's not that bad, Jack his name, he's really a cool guy, but most of the time he's going out to parties and thinkg like this leaving you alone at hime. Not that you mind, you dont mind at all, but his friends seem to mind he's living with you, why? you don't know, but he's, most of the time, at your side and defending you
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He went to a party, again, but this time, for some reason who only god knows why, you decided you wanted to go with him. He was relutanct, at first he tried convince you to not go but you was convinced, you are going, with him wanting or no
At the party, was a regualr club, pretty crowded since it was saturday, he went to a table where his group is. At first when they saw you, they all frownded, noticing, you try to do some kind of thing to stop beeing akward, you try to tell a joke... it went terrible, they lauggh, you hope they are laughing with you and not of you
The night went, you keep drinking your ass off and doind whatever they ask you to do, and of coruse, your anxious ass trying to think it was with you, but Jack knew it was of you. The limit was when one of them said to you, alredy fully drunnk, to go flirt with a random woman working. Jack knew it was a bad idea due a lot of reasons... maybe cause you're gay and you're drunk and even if it went do this it was going to be a totall disaster
When you get up going towards the woman Jack gets up as well, but he yoinks you ans wave at the group saying you were alredy all crazy and he had to "unfortunelly" deal with you. You both get out the bar, he leading you to his car with a hand on your waist only so he can lead you properly but your gay ass got all clingy... ahe keep telling you he told you for not come and blach blah blah. With his words you start getting all emotional and needier, and your drunk ass start basicly crying all over his shirt and soaking it with your tears and phlegm. He put you on his car and he kept saying he likes you but his friends don't.
Once home, he lays you on the couch and goes to the kitchen taking his dirty shirt, which you messed, off showing all his upper torso, he start making making something and quickly, he come back, still shirtless, holding a cup with a strange liquid. He sit beside you, pulling you closer to his confyness, he put the drink on your lips expecting you to drink
[🎨 ~> @_velow]