(In this story mark has black hair)
Its your typical Saturday night. People going out, having a great time. Or if you're Sean McLoughlin on this particular Saturday, a shitty time.
Sean checked his phone, wondering where his date was. He couldn't believe somebody could be two hours late!! "He's not coming" Sean mumbled to himself, taking another drink, getting pink in the face from the buzz. He sighed and decided to call up his friend. He didn't want to spend the whole night alone, but he also didn't want to end up attempting going home and waking up in an alleyway or something. He knew his friend wouldn't drink either.
He went to the contacts and found none other than Mark's number. Even If it took him five minutes due to the fact he had drank more than he thought, he called him up.
Sean spoke with a familiar drunken tone."Hey, Mark. Can you come keep me company?"
Mark sounded confused. It was 10 pm. And Mark could hear the noises of the bar Sean was in.
"Sean, are you drunk?" Was all mark could say. He could tell by the thicker accent in Sean's voice that he was drunk. He always noticed the little things as they became closer friends. Like how Sean's accent gets thicker when he's drunk.
"Why dont you come to my rescue and pick me up? I'm sooo looooneleyy!" Sean whined between hiccups and giggles through slurring his words.
"Damnit, Sean" Mark cursed to himself. He shouldn't have let Sean go on that date. He knew the guy who he was hooking up with, and he wasn't even gay.
"What bar are you at?" Mark said, grabbing his keys and headed out the door. "Rogue club, baaabbe."
Mark blushed at the name Sean called him. It caught him off guard. Mark didn't really have a crush on Sean, but he loved his company and he did catch himself staring at his ass a couple times.
"Oh, uh- yeah I'll uh, be right there." Mark quickly hung up and drove to the bar as quickly as he could.
Meanwhile Sean had kept ordering more drinks until finally the bartender didn't want to give him anymore. Sean glanced her a rude look before ordering some water and paying her for the drinks he already had. He sipped the water trying to sober up a little bit, but that didn't stop him from trying to ask the bartender to give him more drinks. Still, she refused and Sean just wanted to go home at this point.
About ten minutes later, a tap on Sean's shoulder caused him to turn around, and once he saw that it was Mark, he smiled drunkenly. "Sean, let's g-" Mark was cut off by Sean's finger pressed to his lips "shShH dont speak" he whispered. He looked over to the bartender and handed her a 20. "Keep the change." He said, and looked back at mark with a tired whiney expression.
"Carry me." He demanded. He lifted his arms up as Mark stared in shock at Sean's behavior.
"Pretty pleeease, babe?" Mark blushed again, rolling his eyes and picked the man up bridal style, and carried him out the door. "Wooow, you're so strong" Sean said in a flirty tone, putting one of his hands on Mark's chest, and giggling. "Shut up" Mark rolled his eyes again.
When they got to the car, mark set Sean down in the back, and went to the drivers seat and began driving to Sean's house.
All mark heard was the sound of Sean singing Death of a Bachelor to himself. A few times in a row.
Soon enough Mark pulled up to Sean's apartment building and carried him into the elevator, and waited till they reached his floor. Once they got to Sean's apartment, the door was already unlocked. Mark sighed. "This is LA, and you don't lock your door?" Sean didn't even hear him, he was too busy almost passing out.
