Better Than Drugs - Dabi x Reader

Chapter 3

The music from the house was already blaring. It was a little bit chilly tonight, but I knew I was going to be inside the whole time. There was already quite a bit of people in the house already. It was a three-story house with a minimalist style interior. The house had a nice mix of greys and greens, but it was a little hard to tell from the dim lighting.

Zion followed me into the house and I immediately went to the kitchen. It was at the back of the house, past the living room. There were bottles of alcohol all over the countertops. I grabbed a purple solo cup that was organized near the alcohol.

I looked at the different options on the countertop. Jameson, Malibu, Jack Daniel's, Smirnoff, White Claw, Truly, Pink Moscato, and a bunch of other choices. Grabbing the Pink Moscato, I poured the drink into the cup. I filled the cup 3/4th of the way and put the bottle down. I took a sip of the alcohol and walked over to Zion. She was sitting on the floor against the couch, scrolling through her phone. I sat down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I feel like you don't like coming to parties," I said.

She looked up at me then back at her phone. "I don't mind it. I've never been a party person, and you know that. I only come to watch over you."

I felt bad that she felt that way. It wasn't fair to her. I looked at my cup then took a long sip of the drink. Why did I do that? Drinking whenever I started to feel a negative emotion. I mentally shook my head and tucked a strand of Zion's hair behind her ear.

"You know you don't have to come with me."

"Y/N, I left you alone once and I had to pick you up at two in the morning because you got lost trying to find a gas station."

"It won't happen again."

"You say that, but I don't trust you alone."

I started getting irritated from the conversation. I don't know why, but her being protective was a bit annoying. I know she's doing it for me and watching out for me, but it was for my health and I didn't like that.

People worrying about me and making sure I'm okay sometimes felt suffocating. In a way, it made me feel like I wasn't taking care of myself. It made me feel like I couldn't be trusted alone. I didn't like the feeling.

I chugged the rest of my cup and went into the kitchen to get more. I grabbed the Pink Moscato again and filled my entire cup. I drank until half the cup was empty. The feeling of being tipsy started to wash over me.

Thank god, I'll get there soon.

Another 30 minutes had passed and I was sitting at the dinner table, my head resting down on my arms. It was getting a little boring. I wanted Hawks to be here already.

A hand was placed on the back of my head and it gently rubbed me. "Whoever this is, do not stop," I said.

The hand continued to rub my head gently. I didn't want to move, but I wanted to see who was touching me. I lifted my head up and saw the man I just thinking about.

"How drunk are you?" Hawks asked.

"I'm tipsy, but I haven't gotten there, yet." I smiled up at him.

Hawks pulled his hand away and pointed at my drink. "Whatcha got there?"

"Pink Moscato," I said, putting the cup up to my lips, taking a sip.

Hawks went over to the alcohol and grabbed a bottle of beer. He came back over to me and sat next to me. I downed the rest of the cup and shook my head. I wasn't bored anymore now that Hawks is here.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's 8:12 pm," He said, looking at his watch.

A couple of cheers erupted from the front of the house and I picked my head up. A group of people came in. One of them was a girl with blonde hair in messy buns, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit. Another was a man with a black and grey bodysuit. There was a guy with a white mask and a top hat. A lizard who was dressed like the criminal Stain. A guy with black hair and burn marks on his face. Finally, a guy with light blue hair and hands all over his body.