Painting Counties Blue!

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"Lee could you please grab a slightly bigger glass for me?" Wil asks and she nods in return, stepping away from the counter and opening a cupboard, returning with a glass about triple the size of the shot glasses.

Wil fills half of the glass with whiskey, and takes a sip, then places it front of me. I can see the smugness in his smirk, as I take a few sips, but don't say anything.

"I can't wait to go home" Lee mumbles.

"Didn't you say your shift ended at four? And don't you also have to cook dinner? You probably shouldn't drink too much" I worry. She smiles.

"I'll probably just get them takeout. It's not a problem" She waves me off.

"Will you be driving?" I ask.

"Nah, I'll just call a taxi and then order" I nod at her reasoning, and take a gulp from Wil's glass then push it back in front of him.

"So what songs are you going to sing, Wil?" I wonder, looking up at him.

"Mm... I guess you'll find out, hmm?" He smirks.

"Bruh" I mumble, receiving a laugh from Wil and a chuckle from Ash.

The time passed quickly, and we sat in comfortable silence. I frequently would smile whenever I caught Lee staring at my face. She must've just been staring into space, and didn't realize she was looking at me. Though whenever I smiled, she'd smile back.

"Y/n come help me set up" Wil grinned as he grabbed my hand and began to weave through the crowd. A drunk guy bumped into my shoulder, making me stumble. Immediately, Wil stopped.

"What was that for?" He queried lividly. He was extremely intimidating with his crazy height difference and hostile expression. The man looked up at him, but before he could reply, I grabbed Wil's hand.

"Wil, stop. Come on" He let me pull him away towards the performing area.

I set up the amp as he retuned his guitar. When I plugged the aux into his guitar, he smiled at me. I love his smile, it makes him look soft.

"Finish my drink for me" He says. I stare at him for a moment, not confused, nor irritated, nothing. Almost examining him. I gaze into his warm, chocolate brown eyes, admiring the small specks of gold that were littered around his pupils.

The fluffy curtain of curly, brown hair, that hangs over his forehead in a somehow perfect position, held in place by his beanie.

Trailing my gaze down to his cheekbone, counting the odd, faint freckles, and along his sharpened jawline, then finally to his thin, perfect lips that encased his gorgeous smile, thar was now being hidden as his lips closed over his teeth, before he relaxed a bit more, leaning forward as one side of his perfectly uneven mouth lifted into a smirk.

My eyes flickered back up to his dark ones as he continues to lead forward, I'm frozen in place, too nervous to move. What on earth came over me? Why did I suddenly begin to stare at him without reason? How long was I even staring for?

I come to, as I notice how close Wil is to my face now. He's not looking into my eyes anymore, but instead lower. I can feel his warm breath on my face, and smell his pine cologne. His face shifts to the side as I hear him let out the softest sigh near my ear.

"I'd recommend taking a picture." He murmurs, cockily. I could hear the base tone of his voice so clearly in my ear, feel the soundwaves of the bass even, fresh from the vocal chords in his throat. I love alcohol. Is this even from the effects of alcohol?

"No." I mumble, my gaze flicking down towards his lips, then back to meet his flirtatious eyes, slightly to the side.

"Why not? Then maybe you wouldn't distract me as much. You know, I'm restraining myself extremely right this second. I'm holding back." His smirk never faltering.

I blink.

"I think I'll be okay."

"If you say so" He whispers, leaning in and coming the distance, only slightly grazing his lips against the very corner of mine, hardly counting as a kiss, before he pulls away, winks at me, then stands up to address the crowd.