shameless || the weeknd

thursday

Sidra scoffed after he repeated his question.

"I'm not answering that." She said, not giving in to his invasive questioning. Last time she checked, she should've been the one invading his privacy. This was one of the sole reasons why she didn't like drinking alcohol.

"Come on, stop being like that. I'd like to assume that we both grown, so you can answer it like a big girl." Abel mocked, leaning closer to her.

She looked over at him to see a teasing smile on his face as he awaited her response.

"Boy, get out my face. Your breath smells like liquor." She sighed, feeling herself become looser. The way he teased her made her annoyed, but she couldn't help that part of herself that always wanted to prove to him that she can do what people don't expect her to do.

"So does yours." He said lowly and she shook her head, ignoring the smile forming on her face as she pushed him away. She didn't even notice how close he was. Their legs were touching and her body was turned to him, but she made sure to keep her distance.

"Come on, just answer the question." He pushed her back lightly, making her tipsy body sway a little.

She groaned before finally finishing her drink and putting down the empty glass.

"I haven't had sex in almost a year, so shut the hell up." She said rudely, rolling her eyes as she heard him snicker.

"Exactly." He said simply, smirking at her. She sighed and made a face at him before getting up to turn up the volume on the soundboard.

"I thought you said you ain't listen to my music." He said, raising his voice a little seeing as she turned up the volume.

His melodic voice filled the room even more as she tried to ignore the celebrity.

"What? I can't hear you." She said, barely turning to him as she looked down at the soundboard, trying to see which button skipped to the next track.

"Sidra, cut that shit out. I got neighbors and shit." He said, putting down his glass and getting up to keep the agent from turning his music up any louder.

"Then what you bought all this space for?" She yelled back, turning it up again and starting to mess with the buttons. He rolled his eyes as he walked over to her, coming up behind her and turning the music off.

"Fuck, Sidra. All I needed to do was get you tipsy?" He asked, keeping his hand on the soundboard so she couldn't fuck with it again.

She sucked in a sharp breath as she felt his chest against her back.

"Relax. It was just a question." Abel said lowly, not knowing it would get her that upset with him. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, shaking her head at him.

"Yeah, whatever. Back up. I told you I don't got my gun on me." She warned, putting her hand on his particularly hard chest and pushing him back a little.

She sat back down, folding her arms as she tried to relax from the small tantrum she threw. She hasn't drank in a while either, but she wasn't going to tell him that. He was already rubbing in everything else.

He shook his head at her demeanor, laughing a little. She looked up at him, her face seeming as if it was in a permanent scowl.