bar "banana fish" / ash x reader

chap XX

DISCLAIMER. Sing Soo-Ling and Skipper are both 18 here, don't beat me up.

Lee Yut Lung. He never fails to impress. Even in the situation like this he stays positive.

So, now you, Eiji, Lee and Shorter were standing in front of the house of one of Yut Lung's friends who held the party, about to loosen up, namely, get drunk.

"Let's go, ladies!" - Yut sang, grabbing y'all's hands by elbows.

When you finally stepped into the house, tens of unknown faces danced around, loud music and laughter were mostly coming from the middle, closer to the bartender's island.

"Four Malibu Sunsets, please." - Lee said to the worker.

"What's that?" - asked Eiji innocently.

"Yummy drink!" - Messing Eiji's fluffy black hair, Shorter yelled.

All four of you drank it all in once, immediately asking for a new part.

A few more shots after, Lee and Shorter were already all fun, nevertheless, you and Eiji kept abreast.

"Oh. My. God." - Lee hung up on your shoulders, "They're playing Seven Minutes In Heaven in a few minutes!"

"Are you in high school?" - Eiji asked, laughing kindly.

"Mentally. You better be too." - He frowned jokingly, "Now go and play with me!"

"Yas~!" - Shorter sang in the unison with you.

Grabbing Eiji's hand, you dragged him with y'all.

You dropped on the huge long couch, before writing your own names on the wee pieces of paper to throw it into the box. That's when the game began.

"Let's see who's gonna go first." - Sing, owner of this party, yelled, before taking a random paper. "Hah, It's me."

He placed white piece near the box and pushed his hand back to the box right away to see who's going to the closet with him.

"Just my luck," - he rolled his eyes with annoyance, "Yut."

You looked over at the guy, whose name was announced a second ago; he looked... gloomy.

"I am not in high school to play this game, bye."

He tried to stand up and leave, however, got stopped by Eiji. "Hmm, I wonder who dragged us here, saying 'Feel like highschoolers'..." - He kicked him sharply yet still gently, "Yes, you. Now go make out or something."

Our cutie stays a cutie even when he's drunk, just a bit more sassy. You thought. But he's being more sexy like that.

Your last responsible braincells stopped you from thinking about it for any longer, he was a very good friend of yours and the last thing you wanted is to break it because of your drunk depressed desires.

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A few more couples being sent to the closet later, your name finally sounded. You stood up, trying not to show how tipsy you were; that was difficult.

You started searching for the appropriate piece of paper, you hoped it would be someone like Skipper, he was a bartender here: young and a really nice guy, but...

You didn't really care, as long as he doesn't smells lousy.

You have finally caught what you needed and read the name aloud before you understood what you just said.

"Eiji."

Your smooth vision turned to see Eiji's puzzled look, nevertheless, both of you were kind of delighted to know you don't need to go to the closed with a person you barely know.

Taking few steps to the guy, you winked at him, making him grin.

"Whatchu wanna do?" – you asked Eiji, pressing against the now closed door.

"I don't know much about this game, so you decide." – His calm voice patted you ears from somewhere in the pitch black space.

"Me neither," – you answered silently, "I mean, others usually go with making out but I don't know if you're okay with that..."

"Y/N, I only kissed once, so-"

Your brain, under like 5 Malibu Sunsets, unquestionably wanted what any other young people wanted when heart-broken, so you started with placing your soft palm onto his hot cheek.

With no other words, he towered over you and you saw his sparkling in the dark eyes getting closer and closer, when his well-built chest gently pressed against yours when the sweet lips touched.

It is a game. It isn't real.

Thus, it means nothing.