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Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, angsty, mentions of alcohol, drinking alcohol, arguing, kind of a rocky relationship, reader being sad at times, jealousy, making the other jealous, kissing, hair pulling, choking, biting, scratching, unprotected sex, general filth
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Mixed signals.
Misread signs.
That's all it seems anymore when it comes to Johnnie.
You thought you made your feelings for him pretty clear, but according to Johnnie, you didn't.
"Did you see that girls Instagram?" Avani leans in to you and you notice your other friend try and signal her not to ask.
"It's fine." You force a small smile, "And yes. I did." You finish your drink, "If he's happy. I'm happy."
As you get up and walk away, you hear Ellie scold her for asking. Ellie knew more about the situation, the details pertaining what happened between you and Johnnie.
"Hi, can I three shots of tequila and then a blue popcicle, please." You sigh as the bartender nods, "oh, and can you make that popcicle one a double shot, please."
"You got it." He smiles and goes to make your drink.
You look around, the club was pretty packed tonight, which isn't a surprise for it being a Friday night.
"Here's your sh-"
You down one, "Can I get another. Just add it to my tab, y/l/n."
"I can do that." He laughs slightly and takes the empty shot glass off the bar.
You lean against the counter, the alcohol was already coursing hard through your system. It was only a matter of time before Johnnie's name became topic of conversation, so you had to be drunk for that.
"Here's your drink and your shots, do you need help?"
You shake your head, "I think I got it, can you just... nevermind." You take your shot and grab the other two, along with your drink and walk back to the table.
"Here, I've already had two." You laugh as you set the small glasses down gently, "I couldn't carry a third."
"I think it's time to slow down, y/n." Ellie says before taking her shot. She laughs, "Fuck that. Let's go dance."
You're pulled to the dance floor by your girl friends, immediately falling into a rhythm of dancing to the beat of the music.
You spin around, eyes on the door and you see Johnnie walk in. Jake and the girl from Instagram by his side.
You spin away, pointing behind you subtly to Ellie and she leans out, her jaw dropping slightly as she leans back in, "What the fuck?"
