"You don't drink?" the boy asks. The small pub is quiet, it's not the most popular, but it's nice. "Not a fan of alcohol," I say. We're waiting on our orders. The blonde gets whiskey, while I simply get orange juice. "More for me, I guess," he laughs. "Didn't figure you'd be one to drink, bebé," I tell him. "Eh, it's fun every once and awhile," he says. We joke and laugh, tell stories and order more drinks.
About an hour passes, and it's nearly 11pm. This late the bar is empty aside from us and the staff. "C'mon handsome, let's get out of here," I say gently. My partner in crime looks over at me sluggishly, alcohol flushed face dazed. "Who're you to call me handsome?" he slurs. "Clearly someone's had too much to drink," I say, shaking my head. "Let's go, babe." I wrap my arm around him and he looks up in surprise. "Whoa! I have a boyfriend, dude. He's beautiful. He's beautiful, you hear me?" he says. "Oh honey," I look at him. "Let's get you home, okay?" I say slowly. He sighs a drunk sigh. "Fine," he drawls. I pick him up, bridal style, and carry him to our car. I prop him up in the front seat, kiss his forehead, and hop into the driver's seat. By now he's passed out, so I put his seatbelt on for him. "Beautiful," I repeat his words back to myself in a whisper.
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Short StoryShort cute things that I wrote because I was bored and lonely. Updates are sporadic, so are quality and length.
