Friends - chase atlantic "Face it, you want it, you crave it, believe when I say that you'll know once you taste it."
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It was dark outside now and the only noise in the room was the hum of engines on the street muffled through the thin windows of my apartment.
Red Solo cups, a few half-empty bottles, and a general mess of snacks are littered around the room. The atmosphere inside is tense with competition, a competition Charles and Dani had abandoned about an hour and a half ago.
The disappointment of losing my bet to Lando had washed away somewhere around the fourth or fifth shot mark. I had lost count.
All I know is Lando and I have somehow ended up on the same team for beer pong after Danny drunkenly insisted he was far too talented for a team mate.
"Alright, you ready to get schooled?" Daniel taunts, placing the last of his red cups in formation on his side of the table.
I snort, crossing my arms. "That's a funny joke, Daniel." I pout at him like he's five years old, "Your confidence is cute."
Lando chuckles, his voice a soft like honey from beside me. I glance at him and he just grins at me like always but his eyes twinkle with mischief.
"careful, Danny," He says, shooting me a playful look. "Six-drink Riley is really competitive." Oh so it's six drinks then.
His smile is infectious, but there's something about the way he says it that makes me feel... weird. Not bad, but like a subtle warmth has crawled up my neck, just making me more aware of how close he's standing.
I thought I'd ditched Dani's voice in my head ages ago. I obviously don't want to fuck Lando and now she's making me overthink everything again. I'm way too drunk to deal with this.
"Don't hype me up too much, Norris" I tease, trying to shake off the odd fluttering in my chest. "I don't want him scared before the game even starts."
"Oh, I'm shaking," Daniel says sarcastically, eyes wide with mock terror.
"Better take your shot before he faints." Lando comments, adopting Daniel's sarcasm, while holding up the ball for me to take.
I roll my eyes and take the ball he's twirling between his fingers. I line up my aim, my lips pursed in concentration. That concentration slips a little, i'll admit, when I feel Lando step a little closer, his shoulder almost brushing mine.
That normally wouldn't faze me. I mean, we've shared cramped car rides, couches, and all the same inside jokes for years. But now, after my conversation with Dani, his presence is... distracting.
His hot breath fans over my ear, "don't choke," he murmurs with a smirk.
I shoot him a look, trying to play it cool. "Please, I never choke."
