ginger ale (sugar daddy h)

extra: harry and mia do molly together

drug content warning

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"Mi, you're being insane."

She snorts, only tightening her grip around Harry's hand as she leads them to the bathroom in the VIP section of the club. Her boyfriend had been invited to some grand opening for a new club downtown and, while he typically would leave that kind of offering on 'read', Mia had been intrigued. It had a fun burlesque-theme, the drinks sounded yummy, and, according to her, they'd spent the winter in their "old person era." Whatever that meant.

So she convinced Harry to attend this opening with her, and so far, it had been fun — they'd danced, indulged in some fun drinks, and they were both pleasantly tipsy. And just as Harry's feet had begun to ache and the time ticked closer to 1:30 a.m., Mia shouted something over the music — something that, even for her, seemed wildly unhinged.

Once they ducked into the bathroom it was a lot quieter, despite the steady thumping of the bass that made it seem like the walls were closing in on them. With a devilish smirk, she reached into her lacy bralette and produced a small baggie with two pink pills, each of which were stamped with smiley faces.

"Where the fuck did you even get that?" Harry nearly groans out, a pouty frown on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"I bought it from a friend of a friend," she replies with a shrug, "I thought it could be fun! Come on, when's the next time we're gonna be able to do Molly in a burlesque club together?"

"Probably never, and I'm fine with that."

Her shoulders sulk some. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but I was kind of looking forward to doing it."

He holds in a sigh. He hadn't been expecting to babysit a drunk and high Mia tonight, but he refused to be the reason why she didn't have the best time — especially if it was because her older, sleepy boyfriend was being a drag.

"And you're sure it's clean?" he asks with a raised brow.

Mia nods quickly. "Yeah, I've bought from this guy before. All good experiences."

"So you've done Molly before? I don't need to walk you through it or anything?"

"No, dad," she rolls her eyes, though the smirk on her lips says differently. "You've done it?"

"Yeah. I had some wild years before I met you, believe it or not."

"I believe it," she giggles as she pulls one of the tablets out. "I'll just save this one for another night then, no worries."

"Wait—" Harry reaches out to grab her wrist before she pops the pill on her tongue, "I'll do it with you."

"Really?"

He laughs and shrugs his shoulders. "When's the next time we're gonna do Molly in a burlesque club together?"

...

An hour later, Harry and Mia are sitting cross-legged on the velvet couch in the VIP section, staring at each other in silence.

No one's bothered them, which Mia thinks is nice. She's been trying her best to work on her telepathic superpowers and attempting to tell Harry that they should stop at Taco Bell on the way home.

Harry, meanwhile, can't stop touching the couch. He's never felt something so soft in his entire life. He thinks he may need to buy it right from the club and take it home. The thought of ever going without this perfect material makes him want to cry.

"Harry," Mia suddenly whispers, her eyes widening as her gaze sets past him, "Harry, there's a big man behind you."

"What?" he whispers back. "Are they mad about the couch? I can pay for it, I swear."

Before Mia has a chance to reply, a man is hovering over the two. Mia squints as she looks up at him, using her hand to shield her eyes from the bright lights.

"You two need to go." The Big Man says. Mia wonders if he's an alien. Did he find out she had telepathic powers?

"I'm really sorry, I'll shell out however much you want for it—"

The Big Man rolls his eyes and points to the exit. "Club closed 10 minutes ago. Out."

"Oh," Mia mumbles, scrambling up from her seat. She's relieved that he's not an alien, here to abduct her and her boyfriend for her superpowers. "C'mon Harry, we gotta go."

She helps him up and intertwines their fingers together, avoiding The Big Man's eyes as they slowly make it downstairs. Harry won't stop touching her — first it was her hand, then her hips, and then he slung his arm over her shoulders, mumbling out something about her silky soft skin. Once they make it outside, she turns to him and places her hands on his shoulders.

"Baby." she says, staring at his wide pupils.

"Hm?"

"Taco Bell."

"What about it?"

She sighs. Clearly, her telepathy hadn't been working.

"We should go."

His face crinkles and he shakes his head. "Can't."

"Why?"

He glances down and Mia's eyes widen. He has a massive boner that his black trousers aren't even attempting to hide.

"You feel really good right now."

"Okay, but we can't fuck on the street. And we can't fuck at Taco Bell."

Harry huffs, "Should we just go home then?"

She shrugs and lifts her gaze to look at the sky. The sun is starting to come up; a pretty swirl of pink, orange, and yellow.

While she admires the colors, Harry texts Reese, his driver, that they're ready to head back. Before Mia even realizes it, Harry's helping her to the car.

It's silent on the drive back. Mia's ears are still pounding from the loud music they listened to all night and she can feel her high beginning to taper off.

She glances at Harry sitting beside her, who looks like he's trying to chew through his molars.

"Reese," she whispers from the backseat, "Taco Bell."

Neither of them notice that they've been sitting in the parking lot of Harry's building for the past five minutes.