v : " No no, it was my fault. I was the one who invited him, I wasn't aware you guys were- "
f : " It's fine vance, let's take these drinks to them, shall we? "
v : " Oh. Alright!, I'm really sorry Finney. "
I laughed a little, and smiled at him to let him know it's fine.
As we walk over to the living room, carrying the drinks over to the table.
Everyone was laughing, bickering at each other, challenging each other for a shot fight.
But robin caught my eye, who was sitting beside Donna. With his arms over her shoulder.
Why do I care? We broke up anyway. ...
Nevermind. I felt envy.
My ex-crush, and my ex-boyfriend? Yikes. Really? Are they plotting something?
All of the sudden they are close, absolutely wonderful. Robin used to talk shit about her, a lot.
Now they're abruptly flirting with each other, Infront of my alcohol.
I faked gagged, Vance and Bruce noticed and giggled.
...
Oh.
Oohh.
They are plotting something.
Definitely.
Or am I assuming?
You know what, let me just-
I pushed griffin away, and had a shot fight with Vance. Whom was shocked at my sudden presence, drinking 12 shots under 20 seconds.
As I drank the last one, everyone looked at me, shocked.
v : " WOAH WOAH! Finney Blake just drank 12 shots. "
g : " Damn, what happened to the goody two shoes? "
Everyone hollered. Except robin, who looked..
Mad.
...
I start to feel dizzy. My vision started to blur.
Sooner I fainted.
...
I can feel someone carrying me.
I tried to squint my eyes to fix my vision.
Finally.
Shit, it's robin.
r : " Stubborn as always. "
He puts me down. He went to take a bath.
f : " where the fuck- OH shit. I'm in his house! His bedroom to be exact. "
I recognized the place. I checked my phone and saw Bruce message.
"Hey, if you're awake. I hope you read this. You suddenly fainted and robin insisted he takes you- TRUST ME. Vance and I told him we can take care of you. He didn't listen- he just carried you. PLEASE forgive us. -"
I groaned. I'm still not sober.
I went back to lay down and closed my eyes.
I heard the door unlock, shirtless robin.
He walks to his desk and play games.
...
I stood up and went to him.
I was still drunk, I don't know what I'm doing.
I straddled on his lap, laying my head on his shoulder. Hugging him.
I muffled.
f : " Please don't go, i'm sleepy. "
He didn't respond. But stopped playing games, and hugged me back.
He adjusted his chair and laid his head back.
Soon, we both fell asleep.
...
"Stubborn as always." 08/19/24
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