Read The Fine Print {Azul x Reader}

Take Me Under

"1500 Madol!? For an appetizer!?" You gawk at the prices listed on the menu. Azul lowers the menu from your face.
"Maybe I should order for the both of us. Just pretend you never saw the cost," Azul offers. He's well aware of your money anxiety by this point, but he really does want to treat you like a princess. You pout at him.
"You better get me something I like. I do not like seafood, by the way," you demand.
"I promise you that you will be satisfied by the end of the night," Azul smiles. You fake one back. The only way you would be satisfied with the night was if it ended back at Azul's room, with you taking his innocence, maybe falling asleep in each other's arms, waking up to the sight of his hair slightly messy and his heavy eyelids batting awake and... you were getting ahead of yourself. That wasn't going to happen, so you would just have to be happy with this sweet little date.
"Good evening, would you like anything to drink to start?" The waitress asks. She has this glowing look on her face, like she thinks you two are adorable together. You want everyone to look at you two this way. You could be the most attractive power couple to ever hit the town. Maybe one day, in a distant future, that could be a possibility. But that day isn't today, and you need a drink.
"Two tequila sunrises, please!" You order with such confidence that the waitress doesn't even ask for ID. Hey, you're only a year away from legality, anyway.
"Coming up!" She leaves with your order. Azul looks at you with wide eyes.
"Y-y/n, what are you doing? We can't drink," Azul whispers.
"Azul, you work hard, I work hard, we deserve this. Indulge me a little," you flash him a smirk that he can't say no to.
"Just one drink each," you nod at his rule. You could always drink some of your beers when you got home, and you didn't want him to go hard if he wasn't as experienced as you with alcohol. But you had wanted to have a drink with Azul for awhile now, even before you had feelings for him. You just like drinking with friends, really.
"Do you come to this place often?" You ask, observing the swanky restaurant. It does feel like Azul's vibe.
"Only on special occasions. I usually prefer to just eat at the lounge," you smirk at him again.
"What exactly is the occasion?" You ask, resting your chin on your palm.
"We're celebrating you not quitting after... what is this, the tenth time you've threatened to quit?" The two of you laugh.
"I swear it hasn't been more than three times."
The waitress comes back with your drinks. You immediately start throwing it back, while Azul seems to carefully contemplate it.
"It won't kill you. It's good. Unless you don't want it, in which case I'll drink that one too," Azul puts up his hand.
"No, no, I'll drink it, if just to keep you from going wild," he takes a cautious sip. He obviously likes it, but you know he wants to pace himself. You have no need to pace yourself at this point in life. Your drink is gone by the time the waitress comes back.
"Are you having another?" You and Azul look at each other. He has a clear expression telling you to absolutely not.
"I'm good, thanks," you let Azul order the food.

Your boy does a decent job ordering for you, getting you a nice pasta dish and some good appetizers.
"So, did you know what food I like from spying on me, or was it just a lucky guess?" You joke. You were no longer bothered by the privacy violations Azul and the twins pulled on you before you formally met.
"I don't believe in luck," Azul smiles. You kick him lightly under the table.
"Jerk," your smile spreads further across your face. You were really having one of the best nights ever. You turn your eyes to Azul's mostly finished drink. "Is it hitting you?"
"Just a little. It isn't a bad feeling, though."
"You sure you don't want another?" You prod. One drink is just not enough for you.
"I can't believe I'm saying this... one more," Azul relents. You think the first one must have loosened him up. Well, one more turned to two more, and by the time your shared dessert was finished, you were both far from sober.

"Are you sure you can walk?" You try to guide Azul out of the restaurant after he pays. He leaves a generous tip, of course, as his secret love was also a waitress. He couldn't look like he disrespected her profession.
"I-I think I'll be fine," he stumbles. The combination of his first intoxication and the fact he hasn't been walking on legs for too long doesn't work well for him. He nearly trips on nothing, but you wrap an arm tightly around his shoulder.
"I got you," you reassure. A stupid, loves truck smile grows on his face, and he leans into your touch. Just as your heart is about to soar to the heavens, something wet hits the top of your head. "Dammit, it ended up raining after all."
"Maybe-" Azul almost trips on himself again. "Maybe you should stay over again," he offers. Your mind once again wanders to places you wish it wouldn't. The temptation to accept his offer only if you can stay in his bed is strong, but neither of you are in a good state for that, and you really were trying your best to bury these feelings.
"I can't, I need my clothes," you and Azul both sigh, each of you making a mental note to have you keep some clothes at the dorm next time.
"Then I'll walk you home."
"No, this is your first time drunk. I can't let you go home alone. I'll walk you," Azul is about to relent, but he stumbles again. He has no good argument to make.
"Then... let me pay for a taxi for you," you nod, accepting the proposition.
"Let's get outta here! I'm already drenched!" The two of you run clumsily through the small town right by NRC, passing bars, shops, and clubs along the way. You can hear a familiar song coming from one of the clubs, a pop rock song that was popular about five years ago. "Whoa! I haven't heard this song in ages!" Azul lets out a yelp when you suddenly spin him around.
"Y-y/n! What are you doing!?"
"We're already soaked, may as well have some fun in the rain!" You dramatically dip Azul. There's an obvious blush in his face. It causes a burning feeling in your chest. Is he blushing because he's dancing with the girl he likes, is it just because he's dancing with a girl in general? Is it just an alcohol flush reaction? You really wish you weren't such a pessimist. Nothing can ever just be the best option, even when the best is also the most likely. It's always the most disappointing explanation in your head.
No. You need to not ruin this night for yourself. You can be emo later.
"You're insane," Azul happily sighs. He uses your arms to pull himself back upright, switching your positions and spinning you around instead. You laugh the lightest and most airy laugh you've let out in a good long while. Your little dance turns into a contest of who can spin who around the most, until you both get too dizzy to go on.
"Bad idea to do that drunk," you pant. You're both trying not to throw up.
"I don't know, I thought it was quite fun," Azul laughs, despite being in a worse state than you.
"Now who's the insane one? Alright, let's head back for real now," you grab his wrist and drag him back towards campus.