When Two People See Each Other

Chapter 5

Florian was wondering, what album should they put on next when Robert comes along. Pet sounds? A saucerful of secrets? Bleach?

They couldn't choose, but they didn't even have to, Robert came and his backpack was heavier than usual.

"Hi there, Flower," he waved as he opened the door and came in.

"Hello, Planty, I'm having a dilema." they said in an upbeat mood, but threw their arms in the air dramatically, like they always do anyways.

"What happened?" Robert laughed a little and placed his hands on his hips.

"I can't choose an album we can listen to."

"Well, you don't have to choose, I've got one with me. But before that..." he sat on the couch and unzipped his backpack. Florian saw two bottles of something.

"What's in the bottles? Don't tell me-" Florian stopped as they glared at the bottle, that was clearly filled with red wine.

"So?" Robert smirked.

Florian blinked in shock a few times as they carefully took the bottle from Robert's hands. They looked at him in disbelief.

"No way! You want me to get boozed with you?"
they breathed out.

"Of course, why not?" Robert replied with a tiny bit of worry, but confidence on his face.

"I... can't say I'm against it." Florian said nervously. Robert sighed in relief.

They opened the bottle and carefully took a swig, swallowed the bitter liquid and passed the bottle to him.

Robert just grinned and took a swig too. They just silently passed it between each other, until they drank the whole bottle, joking around and making funny remarks as alcohol was slowly, obviously, illegally, running through their veins way above the speed limit.

"How did you get it anyways, hm?" Florian asked, looking up at Robert, lying in his lap.

"Still got that fake ID one of my ex-friends got for meh." he said, groaning and rubbing the back of his neck.

Florian just made an understanding "hmm" sound and nodded.

"This shit feels." they said randomly.

"Feels what? Nevermind, who cares we will regret this in the morning and both not return home 'till like, 1 pm? I don't."

Florian just scoffed and started laughing loudly without a reason. Robert joined, standing up despite having their head in his lap.

"Heyyy! Thanks for the brain damage, dude!" they exclaimed and sat up.

"I remembered I've got this shit, Flower." he kneeled in front of a plastic bag he carried with him and tore a vynil out.

"What's that?" Florian stared at the disc. When they finally made out the shapes and the colours, they started laughing even harder.

"Why the fuck have you got Yellow submarine!?" they managed to say in between drunk laughs.

"That doesn't matter right now. What I want to do is listen to this with you like two serious people." Robert shook a finger in front of himself and said it in a tone so serious, it was funny.

While Florian was laughing uncontrollably, Robert turned on the hifi system and placed the dics on the spinning plate.

"Might as well get high while listening, huh?" Florian joked.

"Why not? I mean..." Robert shrugged and smirked.

"Well, I've got weed hidden in my couch." Florian said, as if it was something completely ordinary.