Drunken Love??

The Realisation

It was the next day, Mark opened his eyes to see his hand resting on the bed. He suddenly remembered everything that happened last night and rapidly turned to see an empty bed. "What?! No, last night can't have been a dream. I don't want it to be a dream!" He sandwiched his head under his pillow in disbelief, until he heard the bathroom door open. His then threw his pillow onto the floor to see who it was, and reveled his eyes to a topless jump scared Irishman. "Jack!" He was going to ask if last night was real, if there was actually feelings. But he would feel so embarrassed it was just a dream, and so he asked, "What are you doing here?" Jack looked at Mark with disappointment and sighed, and Marked looked at him in befuddle. "I guess you were really drunk last night. You can't even remember." Mark's eyes widened while Jack's closed in disappointment. "Jack...you mean last night was real?" Jack nodded as he put his shirt on that was on the floor by the bed. "Yep. But, from your tone I'm guessing you wish it wasn't. Last night, you were obviously too drunk and it's clear  I realize I had feelings for your alcohol, not you." Mark suddenly realized. "Jack...last night i wasn't drunk I even have one shot. I can't drink, remember." Jack looked at Mark confused. "What? So, last night was real, you really did want to kiss me, it wasn't the drink?" Mark's smiled as he aw Jack's frown slowly turn to a smile, and nodded. "Oh my God, Mark." They both embraced. "But, Jack. Last night, you were completely hammered. Are you sure, they weren't just drunk feelings?" Mark's excitement turned to worry, but Jack's expression didn't change. "I'm Irish, i can hold my liquor."  They both laughed and the laughed turned in to another embrace. "Jack...I...I love..." Jack held his index up to Mark's stuttering lips. "I know, me too."