Phan One Shots

I'm Intoxicated By Your Beauty

Phil's POV:
I watched as Chris, PJ, and Dan downed another glass. We were having alittle get together here at mine and Dan's flat, the four of us. Chris and PJ had brought three big bottles of wine and and two of vodka. Dan got the ribena. I wasn't in the mood to get hammered like them so I just had one glass of wine and two of ribena. They were all three sitting on the sofa, laughing, while I stood in the doorway. Dan turned to look at me slightly. Anyone could see he was drunk. His cheeks were red and he was laughing uncontrollably. His beautiful brown hair swept across his perfectly formed face. With his deep, chocolate eyes. And plump juicy lips...
Just then Chris stood and pulled PJ up with him and yanking me from my daydream. "Well, we better get home," he said, obviously drunk. "And don't worry. We called for an uber before we came." Dan waved and took another drink from his cup. I helped them to the door and let them out. I went back to the lounge and saw Dan in the exact same position he was in just a minute ago.
"Dan. Why don't you go to bed?"
He looked at me. "Sure. You just have to help he there," he mumbled. I nodded and helped support him up. We walked to his room and I felt his eyes burn into my cheeks. "You're beautiful, you know that Phil?"
At first, my heart leaped and fluttered but then I smelt the alcohol on his breath. He always became romantic and a little horny when he was drunk. I pushed the complement aside and helped him into his room. I sat him down on the bed and sat next to him. "You gonna be ok, buddy," I asked him. He nodded and I was about to stand when he placed a hand on my thigh. I looked from his hand to his face. 
"Do you like me Phil," he asked me.
"Of course I like you Dan. You're my best friend," I said, slightly surprised by his question.
"Would you go out with me on a date," he said in his drunken slur. I was more then surprised this time. Sure, Dan became kinda clingy and romantic when he was drunk but he had never actually asked someone out. I wasn't going to lie to him. Besides, he was so hammered, he wouldn't remember a word I say in the morning.
"If you asked me sober then of course I would."
Dan smiled and straightened up. "Good," he said, his slur disappeared and a smile came to his lips. "I'm not drunk. I've had nothing but watered down ribena all night. I had one glass of wine, that's all. I wanted my breath to smell like wine. The only thing drunk about me is that I'm intoxicated by your beauty. So, now will you go out with me?"
I laughed. "Of course I will, but first..." I went to the lounge and grabbed the bottles of wine and vodka, both still fairly full. Dan came and sat on the sofa.

 "Lets have a night we won't remember," I finished.

Dan smiled and pouring all of the cups and glasses on the table full of wine. We started off just taking sips and then it went to downing full cups. Next thing we knew, we were drinking out of the bottles until they were all completely empty, not a drop of alcohol left. I could barely see straight. I grabbed Dan's arm as I fell over onto the floor, dragging him down with me. We laughed and laughed. Dan took my face into his hands and I kissed his perfect lips. They were soft and, of course, tasted of wine and ribena. Dan flung our tops to the ground and the last thing I remember was Dan undoing the buttons on my jeans, before my mind became too overwhelmed with the large amount of alcohol and I can't remember what happened.
All I remember am was waking up the next afternoon with the worst hangover and Dan's thighs were hurting him. We made out on the sofa for most the day, taking breaks only when one of us had to throw up and brush their teeth. I didn't remember almost anything from the night before. But there was one thing I will always remember.

Best. Night. Ever.