• Someday • Chaipunk •

•Chapter 11•

"We should do truth, dare or drink"

When recalling this night, neither of the two could ever recall who asked, but surprisingly it had been Pavitr. However, Pavitr had never drank alcohol before, and Hobie went down for a night at the pub at the very least once a month. However, he was banned a while back and hadn't drank in a while. So, as you can see, this is going to be intresting.

"You got booze?" Hobie asked in response.

"Oh- i kind of assumed you would- sorry, that's rude."

"Nah, its aight. I got some anyway so it doesn't matter"

"Okay great!"

Hobie left to go set up the shots while Pavitr sat in the living space, waiting patiently for Hobie to return with the drinks. In all honesty, he was nervous as hell. He was worried Hobie would think him weird for never drinking before.

It was strange, and Pavitr couldn't quite comprehend it but he felt as if the two were connected, and despite only knowing him for a day he's confident he'd do almost anything for the taller man

"Aight, got the drinks done. Now, les get started, shall we?"

"Okay, whos first?"

"Ill go, cos you gotta go first the last game, mkay?"

"Okay!" Pavitr responded with a smile, looking up at the other man, awaiting the question he was destined to ask.

"Pav, Truth or Dare?"

"Hmm.. Truth" Pavitr thought it better to play it safe, see if Hobie was the mean kind of truth or darer.

"Okay. Whats ya answer to tha question from earlier? Prettiest person ya know?"

"Oh.." Pavitr still knew his answer, but it wasnt like he could tell Hobie, he might think it weird, or want to stop playing.

So Pavitr drank.

It didn't taste too much of anything really, just burned his throat. However, he felt perfectly fine mentally. Was drinking really this easy?

"Okay, my turn! Hobie, Truth or Dare"

"Dare."

"Oooh okay... i dare you to.. answer any truth given in this game, so if you give me a truth you answer it too."

"Tha's a smart one. Mkay, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare"

"I dare ya to call Gwen and tell her you're dyin' in the weirdest way ya can think of, 'n act it out too."

"Easy." Pavitr picked up his phone and called Gwen. "Hey Gwen! Im being torn limb by limb by ancient aliens from the democratic republic of congo."

"I cant tell if your being serious right now-" Gwen responded on speaker.

Pavitr began fake crying, begging for his limbs back from the Aliens. He was a surprisingly good actor. All of a sudden, Gwen hung up, and the 2 men began doubling over with laughter at her response.

"Okay okay okay.." Pav said, calming down and wiping the tears of laughter from his face,"my turn, Truth or Dare"

"Truth."

"Oo switching it up i see? Cool, who out of everyone you know would you like to kiss the most?" Pavitr was hoping to hear his name. Heck, he was hoping Hobie would kiss him just for the sake of it. But Pav would normally never ask that question, so he must've had a huge comfidence boost from the booze.

However, what Pav was not expecting was for Hobie to reach over and take a shot.

"Oooo now im even more curious!"

"Kay, my turn again. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth!"

"Okay.. whens the last time ya fell in love?"

"My ex girlfriend, Gayatri, you?"

"Ey, its your truth innit?"

"You got that dare earlier, remember?"

"Crap, uh.." Hobie leant over and took another shot. Pavitr was still surprised the taller man refused to answer.

After a few hours, Pav was lightly drunk, having a surprisingly high tolerance for someone who's never drank before.

However Hobie, who avoided most of his truths, was very drunk. Pavitr decided it'd be in Hobies best nature to stop playing when they were out of shot glasses.

Pavitr attempted to get Hobie up and to bed, but Hobie refused to get up, instead taking Pavitr's outstretched hand and using it to drag the shorter man onto his lap.

"Uh, Hobie? What are you- "

"Shhhhhh." Hobie said, putting a finger to Pav's lips while his other hand drifted to Pavitr's waist.

"Pav?"

"Yea Hobie?"

"Im sorry," Hobie moved to place his head on Pavitr's shoulder, now wrapping his arms around the other mans waist.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"I made ya sad yesterday. Because i was wiv Quinnie."

"Oh.. its alright, really. Now, you need to get to bed-"

"Yer too pretty to be sad, love"

"Yes i know-" Pavitr cut himself off. What did Hobie just say?

Hobie tilted himself back to look Pavitr in the eyes before moving their faces closer together, until they were inches apart.

"Your not so bad yourself.."

"Ey, Pav?"

"Yea Hobie?"

"Whos the pretty person yer thinkin of? For tha' one question? Is it me? I really want it to be me.." Hobie said losing track of his thoughts.

"It.. it was you."

Hobies eyes lit up, and he moved slightly closer to Pav, before silently kissing him

It felt electric, like Pavitr had never felt before. He couldn't help but lean into it, the kiss lighting up his insides as if he was on fire.

When Hobie pulled away be instantly moved down to begin kissing Pavitr's neck.

"Whoa there- none of that." Pavitr said, pulling Hobie off of his neck, holding the taller mans face in his hands.

"But why?"

"Hobie your drunk. We can do whatever you want but just as soon as your sober, okay?"

"Im tot-ly sober, i dunno whatcha talkin' about"

Pavitr got off of Hobies lap and grabbed his hands, pulling him up and almost falling as Hobie leaned all of his weight on the shorter.

Eventually, Pavitr was able to drag Hobie to his room, and the taller man fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and before he left back to the calm of his own room, Pavitr leant down and placed a gentle kiss to Hobies forehead.

"Goodnight, love"

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