LiL PEEP X Reader

under the stars

I mean, that's definitely one way to introduce yourself.

Your face was too hot to speak.

"I'm sorry," his voice becoming less shakey and more sincere. You look up at him and he bites his lip a little, "I really didn't mean to do that."

Suddenly, someone smacks the wall twice and you hear a door swing open before you could think of a response.

"Yo, we're coming in!" Tracy calls out.

Peep's arm drops from behind his head and before you know it, Tracy swings the curtains open. Peep and you make eye contact with him. Tracy could feel the bit of tension in the air but in no time the rest of the boys trail in from behind jo,and into the red light of the room so he doesn't bring it up.

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Time passes.

You hang out with them for an hour or so, drinking a couple of beers with them. They talk about music mainly. One of them had grabbed one of the laptops you saw earlier and was playing different melodies off it while the others debated if the samples were worthy or not. They'd even ask you for your opinion on some of the music and bounced off your responses.

Consistently, you caught Peep looking over at you after chuckling during conversations he was having with his friends. You began to feel less embarrassed about what happened earlier as you observed him.

The way he associated with his friends and the way he spoke with his body made him stand out. One of them in particular to you was the way he spoke about music.

Despite some anxiety coming in highs and lows, the buzz from the alcohol seemed to keep it at a manageable level and you were having a good time.

"I'm gonna go make something stronger at the bar." Peep states, nudging Tracy's shoulder. Tracy nods and Peep walks through the curtains.

You look over at the boys and they're occupied with a sample they all seemed to like. So, instead of sitting doing nothing, you get up and walk out of the red room.

To your left you can see Peep over at the minibar turning on some more LED lights you hadn't noticed before and switching off the main fluorescent ones. The whole basement was lit bright red now.

As he turns back around, he sees you standing and you give him a little wave. Peep grins a bit.

"Want one?" he asks, pointing at the bottles behind the bar.

"Sure." You answer.

Peep walks behind the bar and grabs two glasses.

You take a seat on top of one of the stools as he heads behind the bar.

"So (Y/N), what would you like to drink?" Peep asks. He turns around and gestures to the bottles on bottles that the shelves carried then chuckled, "We got nearly everything."

You take a look at the liquors and can spot some spiced rum.

"Two shots of spiced rum and a double rum and cola." You answer confidently.

Peep raises his brows at you and smiles. "Wow, alright."

Peep grabs four shot glasses and a bottle of Captain Morgan and begins to pour the shots one by one.

"No fun to take shots by yourself," he says as he squats and opens what sounds like a mini-fridge under the bar. You giggle and he pours the two rum and coke's.

"No way you just copied me," you laugh.

"Why not?" he smiles. "I had no idea what I was coming out here to get anyways."