"I don't know how I can thank you," I said as Striker poured two more shots. We were sitting on the floor of my apartment's kitchen, surrounded by boxes full of my belongings.
Holding up the bottle of Jack Daniels we had picked up on our way back from Marty's new place, he grinned, "Well this is a good start."
At this point, the bottle was half gone and I was thoroughly drunk. We had been laughing for the last hour at my ex's reaction to us barging in. To be honest, it was the funniest thing I had seen in weeks.
Leaning back against the cabinets, I mused, "I haven't laughed this hard since I first started dating Marty."
"Why would you even date a tool like him?" Striker's question was something I had been wondering for quite a while myself.
Shrugging, I replied, "Bad judgment I guess."
Striker and I looked at each other before bursting out in laughter again. The whole situation was so ridiculous there was no other response. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I finally was able to catch my breath before saying, "Seriously though, thank you."
The handsome imp grinned before leaning over the bottle between us and firmly kissing me square on the lips.
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Nowhere But Up | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen you hit rock bottom, there is nowhere to go but up. And sometimes, you have the opportunity to meet that special someone along the way.
