Rise or Crumble (Pete Davidson AU)

13.

***Warning: Smut ahead

We walked into the bar, Pete leading the way over to the stools.  The walls were brick, filled with framed singers, some I knew, some I didn't.  The furniture was mostly black leather paired with a dark wood for the tables and bar top.  There were TVs mounted, all playing the same music video to the songs that came out speakers hanging from the ceiling.

As I sat, Pete held onto the stool so I could easily step up on the metal bar to climb up.  I quietly said thank you and kisses his cheek before he could get away.  "What do you want to drink?"  He asked.

"Vodka and cranberry."  I answered just as the bartender came over.

Pete turned away from me for a moment, "can we get a vodka cranberry, a Heineken and a shot of, I don't fucking know, Jim Beam I guess."

I giggled at the way he sounded annoyed ordering the shot.  "Why'd you get it if you don't like it?"

"All alcohol fucking sucks but I need to have some sort of buzz on to deal with other drunk assholes."

"Okay, Pete Davidson doesn't like alcohol, that's one thing I know about you."

He rolled his eyes, "you know more than that."

"Nothing that isn't obvious, except that you're favorite color is blue, which could easily be a lie."

"What do you want to know about me?"  All three drinks were placed in front of us.  I watched Pete give the girl his card and told her to keep a tab open.  Immediately he grabbed the small glass that looked ridiculous against his huge hand and threw it back as fast as he could, using his beer to wash the taste away.

Only when he didn't have any other distractions did I respond, "I want to know things your friends know, Like Colson, you trust him don't you?  I want you to trust me."  We we're entirely too far apart, I thought suddenly, and it was only a matter of time before everyone else caught up with us, I wanted to indulge in his touch while I still could.  Sliding off the stool I shuffled over so that I could stand in between his legs, getting as close as I possibly could.  My head leaned into the crook of his neck, and I placed soft kisses on the hot, thin skin.  He let out a harsh breath through his nose, both of his hands finding my own and interlocking our fingers.

"I have a sister, Casey, she's going to school to be a nurse, she plays basketball, too."

"What's she like?" I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes.

"She's...funny, really nice, but she's really the only one who calls me out on my bullshit."

It wasn't necessarily a fact about him, but I would appreciate what I could get. A small smile fell on my lips, "she must be smart too if she wants to be a nurse."

"A lot smarter for me, that's for sure."

"Well, at least you have your looks or you'd be totally useless," I teased him. He raised his eyebrows in a sort of amused/challenging effort. Pete let go of my hands to change positions so that one snuck around my waist, pulling me even closer while the other came up to grab my jaw between his four fingers and thumb. My lips were squished in, not a lot, he wasn't hurting me.

I looked up at him innocently, blinking slowly, subtlety watching the way his teeth scraped the inner part of his plump bottom lip. We had a way of falling into our own little world, that probably looked weird to anyone who took notice. Hopefully everyone was too drunk to care.

"Do you think you're funny?"

"Sometimes," the word sounded funny coming from my puckered lips.

His eyes dropped down to whatever small part of my body he could see, a smirk etching on his face. "You're going to get me into a lot of fucking trouble, Cosette."