Party Games~Fireoiny

Chapter 7-Lovers Rock

Coiny was driving Firey to his house. He would offer to drive him back to his own, but he didn't know where Firey lived, and wasn't going to bother asking a drunk person for directions. Firey was leaning his head against the window, looking out it.

"Are we heading to your house..?" He asked, his voice slightly strained.

Coiny looked at him for a short amount of time, dumbfounded and slightly annoyed.

"Dude, I already said that we were." Coiny mentally facepalmed.

Firey rubbed the back of his head, "Oh right, sorry!"

They sat in silence for a bit.

"You're probably sick of me already.." Firey rubbed his right arm.

"Do you want me to be?"

"...Not really.."

Coiny's eyes widened slightly at this, but went back to normal shortly after. They continued to sit in awkward silence for a bit.

"So, I have this record player at my house I don't use anymore, do you wanna buy it?"

"Uhh, no thanks, I already have one.."

"Oh."

The drive felt like it lasted forever, for Firey at least. Soon enough, they stopped moving and Coiny opened his door.

"We're here."

They both got out of the car and approached the door to the house, Coiny having to help Firey walk. His house was kinda big, but nothing Firey hasn't seen before. When Coiny opened the door, Firey was met with a very classic, 1970s look. The walls a sleek cream color, the furniture a deep maroon, and a wooden table in the middle of the floor with a white tablecloth on it.

"Welcome to "El imperio de las monedas."

Firey..had no clue what Coiny said, but forced a smile on his face and nodded his head awkwardly. Coiny looked at him unimpressed.

"The Coin Empire.."

"Oh."

The name sounded way cooler in whatever foreign language Coiny said it in the first time. Even if the language wasn't foreign, Firey wouldn't know because he wasn't bi-lingual, or bi-anything to be fair. Coiny led Firey up to his room, opening his door and sitting on his bed. Firey stood in the doorway, looking around his room. It still had a classic 1970s feel to it. He noticed a record player on the nightstand next to Coiny's bed. It was playing some type of rock music with romantic language. It was kind of soothing.

"Are you gonna sit down?"

Firey broke out of his thoughts and room admiration at Coiny's words.

"Huh-? Oh, yeah."

Firey walked over to Coiny's bed and sat next to him.

"I didn't say on my bed, dimrod."

"Oh sorry." Firey got up and sat on the floor. Coiny looked a bit regretful and rolled his eyes, dismissively waving his hand.

"Get back on the bed.."

Firey's head perked up and he smiled. Coiny felt himself grow a bit warm at the sight as Firey sat back next to him. Must've been Firey's flames. Firey was still facing the reproccusions of his poor decisions with alcohol, his head still spinning slightly. He let out a long and painful groan, collasping on the bed. Coiny looked at him, unimpressed.

"If you actually LISTENED to me for once, you wouldn't be here right now, y'know?" Coiny leaned back a bit, placing one hand on his hip.

"I knowwww..."

Coiny looked at Firey. Something about his appearance looked..off..yet he still looked the same at the same time. Coiny didn't know was different about him, but he looked almost..cute..Coiny felt himself grow slightly red at the thought and he shook his head still the thought. What are you thinking, Coiny?! He's your enemy! Coiny had looked away from Firey, avoiding his thoughts until he snapped back to reality as he heard Firey's voice.

"Can I ask you something..?"

"Hm? What?"

"Are you good with relationship advice..?"

"Uhhh..I guess..maybe..what's up?"

"So..I'm pretty sure there's someone who has a crush on me..but I..have a crush on someone else and I don't know what to do.."

Coiny thought for a moment. He was shocked for two reasons..one..someone has a crush on Firey?! And two..Firey has a crush on someone?! It was all new information to him.

"Oh..I..don't know how to help with that.." Coiny thought for a moment, "Who do you like?"

Firey sat up and looked at Coiny, a bit unamused.

"I'm not telling you! But..he's pretty and has a nice voice.."

Coiny rolled his eyes, "Very specific description, I TOTALLY know who you I u're talking about."

"I told you, I'm not telling you who it is!"

"Alright, whatever, are you just embarrassed cause it's me~?" Coiny's tone was playful and joking. Firey's face flushed at the comment and he remained silent for a few seconds. Coiny's playful attitude disappeared, "It's not me..right..?"

Firey looked to the side, "No." Coiny raised one of his eyebrows.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Coiny was torn between hoping Firey was telling the truth and hoping he wasn't. Part of him also hoped this was the alcohol catching up to him. He sighed.

"Y'know what, I'm dropping the topic. Just, go to sleep, you need the rest."

"Okay.."

Firey laid down, taking up most of Coiny's bed. Coiny looked revolted.

"Okay, no, I draw the line here."

Coiny shoved Firey off his bed.

"Ow! What was that for?!" Firey got up, frustrated.

"You are NOT sleeping in my bed. You'll sleep on the floor." Coiny grabbed and extra pillow and extra blanket and threw them at Firey, "Here. Take these." Firey groaned and laid down on the floor, pulling the blanket over him. He looked over to Coiny with a confused look.

"How is this blanket not burning?" He asked. Coiny looked over to him.

"It's made of silk. Silk is pretty flame resistant." Coiny laid down and pulled a blanket over himself, "Good night."

Firey felt some sort of urge inside him, like he was supposed to do something as he heard the song playing on the record come to a stop, but he didn't move. Coiny took the record out and set it on the table, laying back down after. Eventually, both of them found themselves drifting off as the night de-colored the sky with a black hue.

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