𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨/𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 - 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞

it was around four in the morning. the stars were still dotting the night sky, but on the horizon you could see a little orange peaking out—threatening the day to come.

you and stone had been out drinking for a bit. well, not a bit...a lot. like, more than you were supposed to. sure, you were old enough to drink legally (legal drinking age in ramshackle was 18, so you were fine). and sure, you had a pretty strong tolerance for the stuff. but god damn, stone was a fucking beast at being an alcoholic. even after one—two hours of chugging down bottle after bottle, he was still practically sober. you, on the other hand, were somewhat drunk out of your mind.

in your drunken state, you somehow still recalled why the two of you were out alone so late into the night. he and vinnie had gotten into an argument hours earlier. about something stupid like whose plan to use for the next scheme. you had sided with stone, while skipp stayed neutral and tried to calm everyone down (not an uncommon occurrence!). after you and stone stormed out the alleyway, skipp's attempts useless, the both of you decided that getting drunk in a random place around town would be the perfect idea.

it was no surprise that you sided with stone. yeah, his schemes worked about 90% of the time (vinnie's being like 0.5%), but there was something else. it was definitely because of your feelings for him. they started small—like tiny knots forming in your stomach when you talked, you noticing how pretty his hair was, and how fucking hot he looked when chucking molotovs at enemies (that one was a bit problematic—you had easily gotten injured multiple times because you were too focused on staring at him). but with time, they progressed and worsened.

it was safe to say you had fallen in love with him.

and so, this brought you there—sitting in a dingy alleyway with him, sharing a bottle of mystery liquor you both stole from a random bar.

you turned your head and got a good look at stone while he took a drink. you couldn't help but notice how pretty (mostly hot, but who cares) he was in the dim lighting. his head thrown back. his jawline clear as day. the way his hand gripped the glass...

"what?" he asked, his irish accent a bit raspy from the alcohol. oh, god, you were so obsessed with his accent..

you suppressed a smile, "you're hogging the bottle."

he scoffed and waved it in your face, jokingly. you quickly snatched it from his hand and took a swig. your throat burned as you did and you felt yourself steadily inch to the edge of becoming black-out drunk.

you sighed as you released the bottle from your lips. you suddenly became aware that you two had been sharing bottles the entire night. what was it that they said? an indirect kiss? your face got warm at the thought.

"do you think vinnie and skipp miss us?" you asked, offering him the bottle again.

he raised an eyebrow, keeping his eyes as dead as they always looked, "and what gives you that idea?"

"i dunno." you replied, getting a little dizzy, "i just figured they'd be dead by now."

stone stayed silent and took the liquor from your hands, he took another drink. you were silent too. you couldn't help but remember the day the three of you (meaning you, skipp, and vinnie) had held an intervention for stone and demanded to know what he was drinking. each of you had tried his mystery drink, and you were the only one who had actually liked it. to put it in simpler terms, you were the only one who didn't immediately spit it out.

stone exhaled as he put down the drink, "wouldn't be surprised if they were."

you smiled, "you wanna bet on it?"