Donald x Kingsley (and other one shots)

Terrible or Wonderful (Gray x Wolf)

~(Watch out for a drunk Gray cause he's coming your way! Aight so this ones a little different than the others, cause its a bit angsty and uuuuuh yeah. Requested by Crazy Girl on Ao3, they basically wrote the plot I just did the writing piece lmao. Please leave constructive criticism and/or requests. Anyways hope you enjoy)~

"I just want to talk ok?" Wolf put up his hands, to show he didn't want any harm. Which was true, in part. However Wolf couldn't explain why or what he wanted to talk about.

The small pale boy glared at him. Damn, he really hated that stare. With those long dark lashes, fierce magenta eyes, permanent frown, and slightly narrowed eyebrows, all plastered on that cute, pale, feminine, face. Yep. Gray Yeon really, really, pissed him off. And what the hell was up with that sad, glum, look right now? Was he purposely trying to look like a sad puppy? Yet here he was wanting a conversation with the White Mamba.

By now Gray had stared at Wolf for far longer than 3 seconds. Surprisingly, though, Wolf was the one who broke eye contact. This caused Gray to slightly cock up one eyebrow, probably in amusement or confusion. Although Wolf was the one really confused.

The hell is he doing here? Wolf wondered. They were at a pretty shady joint on the other side of town. The people who worked here didn't care how young or old you were, as long as you bought drinks you're good. So why in the world was Gray Yeon, the thin little bastard with a stick up his ass, at a bar?

Gray was sitting lonesome, at the bar, holding a bottle of liquor in his hand. Wolf had seen him and decided, on a whim, that he should talk to him. When he approached Gray had looked just about ready to fight. Judging by the flush in his cheeks the bottle he was holding was probably his second. Now Wolf wanted to leave, but he couldn't. He had already said he wanted to talk, right? You can't just leave after saying that. Luckily, Gray spoke first.

"What do you want?" Gray asked, never looking away from Wolf

God, what did Wolf want. He wanted a conversation. With Gray. Why the hell-

"What are you doing here?" Damnit. He didn't want to come off as cold or demanding, but the question just fell out. Why did he have to be like this?

Gray just glared at him. This bastard- he was still staring at Wolf.

"You don't own the place do you?" Gray said, then turned back to his bottle.

What the hell? What kind of response was that?

"What're you getting?" Damnit. There it was again with that cold tone. Fuck, why had he come here? Why had he decided to talk to this bastard?

"If you don't own the establishment, then why are you trying to get me to leave?"

He-what? No, wait that's not what Wolf had meant. He was just trying to start a conversation, damnit!

"Well if you don't want me to leave, then you could at least sit down, instead of standing there like a creep." Gray's tone was indifferent, like he didn't care about the purple haired maniac in front of him, but there was something off. There had to be a reason why Gray was drinking by himself, right? Wolf sat down.

A bartender approached him immediately, almost as if she was watching to see if he sat down or not. Come to think of it, if he hadn't sat down, she probably would've kicked him out. Guess they really don't care, huh? It doesn't matter whether I'm a minor or criminal, as long as I give them my money. All about the money in this world. Whatever, it's not like he hadn't been to several bars like this before. He ordered a bottle of Sujo, then turned back to the thin boy beside him. Gray had finished off his bottle and asked the bartender for another. How many had he already had?