He didn’t like you — At least, not in the way you wanted him to — And you knew it.

If he knew, you bet he would make fun of you for it.

The scent of alcohol permeated the thick night air. John was rattling off about something or other. You weren’t too invested, just watching his lips move. The way his hands twitched when he spoke.

“You even listenin’?” Johns voice shook you from your absentminded staring, his dark brows furrowing a brief moment at your expression. Like a fish out of water.