mUlTiFaNdOm One Shot book

Another Night (ASoUE)

(A/N: back in my asoue phase so you get this)

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FANDOM: ASOUE

SHIP: OLAF X JACQUES
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The untold conversations. The undocumented final words between old friends. There is so much that is left unsaid that you just wish you could have told that special someone. I myself have witnessed that firsthand with my darling Beatrice. I only wish that I had the same chance my brother had.

"You cheated!" Olaf laughed, placing his glass down.

"I don't think you can really cheat at this drinking game, O."

"Oh quiet, Jackie," He burped, "We both know you'd find some way."

"I am an honest man, I would most certainly not." Jacques teased.

"Honest my rear."

"Would you two get a room?" A woman in a dragonfly costume said as she walked over toward them.

"Very funny, Bea would you please tell Olaf that you can't cheat at Never Have I Ever." Jacques said, monotonously.

"Getting a room might not be too bad.." Olaf slurred off topic.

Beatrice raised her arms defensively.

"I can't convince him more than you could." She said. "He listens to you more than anyone."

"That is true.. for some odd reason."

"Some odd reason? Jacques, the guy's in love with you." Beatrice told.

"What? NoIDon't" Olaf impulsively replied, his face flushing discreetly.

"Say that all you want, won't stop you from it." She let out a small laugh.

Jacques gaze softened as he looked at the drunk man in front of him. He knew the two shared feelings for each other, but he wasn't aware that it could be as strong as love. The two barely even noticed that Beatrice had slipped away from them.

"Okay I've got a good one!" Olaf perked up. "Never have I ever had my first kiss with a guy who's name started with O and ended with.... laf."

The taller took a sip.

"There, now we're even!" Jacques said confidently.

"Nuh uh mister." Olaf sat up from the bar stool he'd been sitting on and walked up toward Jacques, running his finger down the man's chest. "I say when we're even."

Jacques paid attention to the way his voice got deeper and more gravelly. The way his finger slowly traced down lower and lower until it neared-

"You're drunk, O. I need to get you to sleep." He sighed, his breath heavy on Olaf's mouth

Their faces were incredibly close to one other's, mere inches away.

"I need you, to sleep with me." Olaf grinned his toothy grin, his voice dropping lower every word.

Jacques couldn't help but admit this did a number on him, but he wouldn't let Olaf get his way.

"Another night perhaps. You're astonishingly drunk right now and if we were to sleep together, I'd want you to be able to remember it." He prematurely flirted back with his last few words.

"We've done it so many times before, why do I need to remember it? Also you're my boyfriend it doesn't matter that I'm drunk you can still do it." He started slurring his words more, almost falling over.