PUBERTY TWO [ FIVE HARGREEVES X READER ] ♡

୨୧┊FIFTY FOUR :

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MARGARITAS.

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"Five, throw that damn doll out."

I spoke aloud as I sat myself down on one of the many chairs near the bar area of the room. I gracefully crossed my legs as I pulled out a box of cigarettes from my backpack, dropping the backpack to the floor.

I haven't had a damn smoke in years.

I fucking owe it to myself.

Five grunted, standing before me as he yanked the small white box out of my hands, I furrowed my brows.

"Hey!"

"I thought I told you to stop with this rubbish." I crossed my arms, a pout forming on my face, he only sighed, letting his arm fall to the side with the packet still in his grasp.

Jokes on you, I have more than just that single packet.

He walked around me to the other side of the counter, pulling out liquor from underneath.

My eyes drifted to his figure,

"Y'know. Alcohol and nicotine aren't that much different, they're both quite deadly.

Didn't I tell you to stop with . . . that rubbish?" I softly inquired, gesturing towards the few things he has pulled out.

Margaritas.

He huffed in reply, not saying anything as he was oh-so kindly ignoring me. My brow quirked as I watched him mix the various liquors together in silence.

He would've made a great mixologist.

I sighed, swaying my body to now sit fully by the counter to lean on it, tapping Delores' head.

Tap.

Tap.

"Stupid doll." I muttered, crossing my arms again. Five happily stepped close to me, his aura strangely different from our previous bickering, he placed a tall glass of freshly mixed alcohol in front of me with a tiny blue decorative umbrella to really sell it to me.

Cute.

I smiled, glancing over to him as he sat down next to me with his own glass in hand,

"Well, do you think we really did it? Think we actually stopped the apocalypse?" Five started, twirling the umbrella in his glass as he became slightly doubtful,

"I'm unsure . . . it does seem like it, though." I quietly answered, my face expressing doubt for a moment.

This is surreal . . .

Of the apocalypse really is over, I plan to seek out my brothers. I'd like to see them again.

"I think so too. So, now what?" Five asked, looking into my eyes as he played with his straw, I brightly grinned, taking a quick sip from my drink.

"Now . . . we dance!" I exclaimed, jumping up from my seat as I hurriedly pulled Five along, he let out a loud yelp as he stumbled, falling into my arms. I giggled as I hugged him, letting go again soon after.

He's an adorable mess.

I gently traced my hand along his arm, resting it upon his shoulder as he slid his over to my waist, I shuddered at his touch, leaning into him as I layed my head into the crook of his neck.