Sweet Tea || Graves x Reader (fem) ||

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You were like a quiet cat in a group of loud dogs. The dogs being your best friends were a bunch of older men. Being a women who hardly spoke and didn't show much hyper energy compared to the men who liked to party, be talkative, and be a bit obnoxious didn't expect to go together.
Their names, some a bit odd to you. Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Graves.
But despite the differences, they still treated you like one of them accepting who you are. You felt included and never ignored since they always made sure you were acknowledged.
Though you were quite similar to one of the group members. Simon, a tall and muscular man who usually covered his face in a balaclava. You'd never seen his face but his dull brown eyes. Even though his name was Simon you dared not to call him by that. You were never really told as to why you should just stick to his nickname "Ghost" but assumably it was some incident that happened when he was called that. More importantly though, you didn't feel like the black sheep.
Another hangout was settled at a pub that you all visited frequently. "Black Clover Pub" was the best place for them all to drink up on beer and for you to chow down on their loaded fries. You weren't much of a drinker but a few sips there didn't hurt but Soap and Alejandro could hardly hold their liquor. Of course Price was an expert him being a bit old and such.
You sat on the wooden stool, eyes glued onto the TV that was streaming a Rugby play. The noises were muffled by the sounds of people talking all around and workers cooking up in the back. The boys were drinking around you, and the sight of the glass filled with beer was making you tempted.
It's not like you were a heavy drinker so it wouldn't hurt to try?
"Bartender, one beer please!" You called out a finger in the air. The boys gave you a funny look, their eyebrows scrunched up and their jaws hanging low. Their entire friendships hanging out with you at this bar, you never ordered any alcoholic beverage. It was funny to you how they were surprised over that.
Watching the bartender place your drink in front of you, your eyes lit up and with no hesitation you picked up the pint of beer. It was huge compared to your hands that were too small for it to be handling but you took little sips of the bitter liquid.
"This gotta be your first drink of beer," Soap said, "Shit alcohol in general," Price chimed in. They were so intrigued with you drinking, it was nothing like you but they laughed it off.
The bitter taste on your tongue adjusted into your palate and you were starting to like it the more you drank it. "Drinking isn't that bad!" You exclaimed which only made them laugh a little bit harder about it.
After one beer, it became two, then three, and shockingly four pints. You were acting ditzy and a complete drunk, slurring every word you spoke. Price was trying his best to convince you out of the third beer but gave up. Gaz and Alejandro were no help wheezing their asses off while Ghost sat in silence watching you. He was slightly amused by the sight of you. Soap was actually getting drunk with you.
Price buried his face in the palm of his hand ashamed, "God look at these drunks..." He thought he'd never have to see, hear, or even deal with a situation with you like this.
"Now d-don't be dramaaatic! W-were just havin some fun!" A bright and teethy smile followed after those lines and raised your arms in the air. Soap followed along laughing, "Yeah! Can't let people h-have fun nowadaaays, so stewpid."
Gaz erupted into an explosion of laughter turning tomato red. "This has to be the most entertaining thing I've ever seen," Alejandro chuckled. They couldn't take any of it seriously. Graves sat there arms crossed with an amused smile on his face.
He analyzed every inch of you, you were acting like a whole different person and more specifically like a dumbass. Yet he still looked at you like you were the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.
Not long after a bunch of laughter, yelling, and ditziness, everybody started heading home but they didn't leave you and Soap to go back yourselves. Gaz and Alejandro agreed to take Soap home while Graves would take you.
Sitting at the passenger side, you leaned your head onto the window. You couldn't even stabilize your own head onto your neck, it felt so heavy you couldn't hold it. Graves eyes stayed glued onto the road driving to your apartment but even though his eyes weren't on you, his mind was only on you. Constantly.
He checked up on you turning his head a little, "Hey, you good sweet tea?" His words processed slowly through your head but when it finally did you mumbled quietly, "All good gravy." In the effort of trying to say graves, you mispronounced it as gravy making him chuckle.