the song for this chapter is "Revolver," by Zach Villa :)
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I knew I'd never find another lover
Waiting in the dark to discover
That down in the street, I'm a hero that's beat
And I can't pick up this revolver
Spending my time by the water
Waiting in the dark to discover
That down in the street, I'm a hero that's beat
And I can't pick up this revolver, revolver, revolver ...
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Finley
We arrived at the party without killing each other, which was a miracle within itself.
I parked the car amongst the other vehicles, their owners already inside and getting themselves utterly and belligerently drunk.
I opened the car door and got out, glancing at Harry expectantly.
"Are you gonna stay out here all night? I thought you might be eager to get inside and drink your worries away," I teased, smugness written all over my face as I spoke.
"I don't have any worries, baby. You should though," he replied, and I rolled my eyes in disgust at the pet name.
"I am not your baby. And you don't scare me," I replied cooly, only partially lying to myself as I spoke.
Harry's green eyes bore into mine, an expressionless look on his face as he replied.
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to try a little harder then...won't I?"
I let out a huff of air, shaking my head in irritation.
"Fine, stay out here all night then, I don't give a fuck. I, on the other hand, will be going inside and getting absolutely hammered. Bye, Harry," I called, giving him a little wave with my fingers, before spinning on my heel and walking towards the front door.
My hand grasped the doorknob, and I wasted no time in twisting it in my palm and pushing the door open, my nose being hit with the scent of weed and alcohol almost instantly as I stepped inside the house.
As soon as my face was seen by the occupants of the house, a roar of cheers erupted, everyone lifting whatever they were drinking or smoking into the air to commend me for a job well done.
"Well, if it isn't the guest of honor herself," Alex slurred as he walked over to greet me.
I chuckled as he practically stumbled into my arms for a hug.
"Sorry, I decided that for once, I will not be the designated driver for every drunk person in the room tonight," he winced apologetically, but I waved him off.
"Good, you fucking deserve it," I approved, his lips falling into a lopsided grin.
I peered my eyes around the room to make sure no one was looking before I lifted up the hem of my shirt, Alex's eyes following my actions, grinning a little when he saw the handle of his gun peeking out beneath it.
"Please tell me you pulled it on him," he begged, and I gave him a cheeky grin.
Alex tilted his head back and laughed. "Fuck, yes. I have never been so glad that I let someone drive my car and borrow my gun in my life," he exclaimed, and I chuckled and pressed a finger to my lips, reminding him to be a little more careful with throwing around the mention of a gun so casually, and I double-checked our surroundings again before I handed the gun back to him, glad that he checked the safety before slipping it back into the waistband of his own pants.
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