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sagatha/snowbaz, which might you prefer?
btw 5 rounds this is gonna be a long ass story😍

"Who might you be?" I sigh. Then the fine, raven haired man grins and steps closer, and places his fingertips on my chest. Then finally letting out a purr that makes me shiver. "Your greatest weakness." It's something about him. And it is him. It's him I'm weak for. But I'm not.

SIMON, 6:10 PM
I love Agatha. I love her so much that I wouldn't want to even let her go. She smiles across from me, our fingertips brushing together. "You're so warm, Simon. She takes a sip of her tea. "You warm me; it's one of the reasons why I love you." She places her cup back on the table. "I want to warm you up," I say, taking her hand. "I want to warm you up with all of me." She laughs softly. Her skin is so delicate, and her hands are also so cold.

"Ah, you're amazing." She finishes her tea. I've already done it, quite a while ago. I like consuming hot beverages.

"Would you want to go to the pub or. . ." She suggests. "Yes!" I say, my palms slamming onto the table; the cups clatter, but they don't fall. Luckily.

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We go on to my car. It's black. I like it. Agatha sits in the passenger seat, and I take my seat in the driver's seat.

The aircon's quite strong. Agatha's hair is blowing. It's really straight as a pin. She always has it down, covering one of her eyes. If I could push it back, I would. But I can't. I'm driving.

It takes about an hour to go to the pub. It's our local one. I go there with Penny, Agatha, and Rhys. It's great.

I park in front of the pub, and Agatha gets out first while I take the keys out. I put them in my pocket, then walked with Agatha to the pub. We take a seat at a table nearby the bar, and then a waiter comes to accommodate us.

"Yes?" He says, "Sure. . . Uhm, a mojito, thank you." Agatha orders. He takes that down and asks me. "And for you, sir?" I look over to the menu and decide on "A glass of Guinnes." He takes that down, too, and leaves.

I talk with Agatha for at least three hours in the pub, taking shots. Our table is filled with small whisky cups and a nearly empty whisky bottle. Agatha's had some, too. Though I might've had a lot more. . .

"Oh, fuck. Sorry, Simon. I need to leave; I have shifts tomorrow. I'm sorry." She stands up, takes her purse, and kisses me on the cheek. "Can I drop you off?"

"No, no, you don't need to." My dad's on the way." She smiles at me and then runs out. I wave her goodbye, and she waves back.

I finish my whisky bottle. I groan about how much I drank, but I'm not bored. People who came in an hour ago must've thought I got dumped, because I swear I can hear mutters about me.

"She didn't dump me, fuckstains!" I turn over to them, raising my middle finger. They goggle at me and then run off.

BAZ, 11:20 PM
"Let's have a bet," Dev grins. "I bet you can't land that bloke in bed." He points at a guy a few tables away. Huh, sturdy build, sun-kissed skin, and golden curls I know. Simon fucking Snow. "That's Simon Snow!" Niall's jaw drops, and it sounds too loud. Simon flinches, like he's heard us. He turns around, looking around tables but thankfully turning back to his own.

"Shut up, Niall!" I say. "He's heard us." I cocked an eyebrow at him. "So, back to the bet, if I win..." I cross my arms, and Dev snickers. This is a good one. I can tell.

"I'll give you 50 pounds." He says, "And if you lose, you give me 50 pounds. And Niall, too."

"So if Baz wins, you and I will give him 50 pounds each, making him have a hundred pounds. . ." Niall sounds like a math person.