One-shots

Drunk

A/N
For this one-shot I'm throwing away the reality that Mark can't drink. So yeah... okay, enjoy! The first portion was kind of inspired by one of my favorite online series. If you know it I love you! Anyways, enjoy!

3rd person PoV:

Mark sits at the bar, drinking 'till he can't drink any more. Wanting to drown everything out. As he downs another shot he signals for the bartender to give him another. He's lost count of how many times he's come to this bar. Even when he isn't at a bar he finds some way to be drunk. He's always drunk, drowning all his feelings away. He downs the shot just as the bartender puts it in front of him. The bartender has seen him do this too many times to be surprised at this point and just grabs him another. As Mark downs the shot the bartender puts the whole bottle in front of him as well as an unopened one.

"Since you're just gonna ask for more," he says. "Before you leave you gotta pay for all the drinks and the two bottles."

Mark puts more money than there needed to be on the counter, too drunk to care. He grabs the two bottles, downing the already opened one as he walks to the door.

"Hey!" He hears someone say behind him. He looks behind him. "You didn't like that fight or any of the ones before that? What fight are you here for?"

"None of your business," he says, slightly slurring his words from all the alcohol. He turns back around and nearly smacked into someone as he stepped out of the bar. He looks behind the person to see a group of robot guards around a single person and grins. "That one."

He downs the rest of the bottle, putting the un-opened one away. He walks past the person he'd run into and crosses the street. He walks up behind the robots in the far back and grabs them, destroying both.

"HEY!" He calls to the rest of the group, but mostly the man their guarding. The man turns around and glares at him.

"You realize you just destroyed military property, don't you?" He asks, moving his coat to show the sheathed sword on his belt.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I mistook this as sentient garbage," he says sarcastically.

"I'm tired of your games Mark."

"You think you're so special don't you?"

"Depends on your definition of 'special'."

"I think you and your mates are just a bunch of sellouts, just like your boss."

"You'd best hold your tongue. Or I'll gladly remove it for you." He unsheathes his sword, pointing it at Mark. Mark smirks.

"Then come get it."

~time skip because I don't wanna write the fight scene~

"BREAK IT UP!!" A man yells from a little ways away after about 38 minutes of them fighting and no one laying any hits on each other. Mark puts away his weapon and the man, Felix, puts away his sword and salutes to the man.

"Sir," he says, standing straight.

"What were you doing, Kjellberg(I forgot how to spell it!!! NU!!!)?"

"He started the altercation, sir."

"That's not true. He attacked first," Mark says.

"Is this true?" The man asks. Felix doesn't say anything and just looks away, showing it as true. He turns to Mark. "And YOU! What are you doing here?"

"I'm not one of your men Jack."

Jack was about to say something else but was interrupted by another man walking into the circle of people.

"Mark!"

"Uh, oh. I think I'm in trouble." Mark says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"We did destroy the streets." Felix says, his arms crossed. Mark walks over to the man.

"Heya Bob!" Mark says, hugging him.

All four of them walk away and into a nearby building that Bob owns and works at.

"If you were one of my men I'd have you shot," Jack says, getting in Mark's face.

"If I were one of your men I would have left long ago." Mark says, taking the bottle of alcohol out of his coat.

"Why did you engage in battle with him?" Bob asks Felix.

"He was drunk!" Felix says, getting slightly defensive.

"He's always drunk."

They all turn to Mark and see him drinking half the bottle. He looks at them and shrugs. After a few more exchange of words Felix is ordered to leave and they all have a conversation. After a while Bob has to leave and Mark and Jack are left alone. Jack glares at Mark as Mark downs the rest of the bottle. He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.

Mark shakes the bottle and frowns before throwing the bottle to the ground, shattering it. He takes a flask out from under his coat and opens it.

"Was it really that bad?" Jack asks.

"Huh?" Mark says, looking at him.

"The breakup with your girlfriend. Was it really so bad that you have to be REALLY drunk ALL THE FOOKIN' TIME!?"

"Eh, I guess." Jack sighs and walks over to him and takes the flask out of his hands, holding away from him. "Hey!"

Mark gets closer to his face, glaring into his eyes.

"What do you want from me Jack?" He asks. Jack smells the alcohol on his breath and wrinkles his nose from the stench.

"For you to stop getting drunk."

"You know that's not happening." Mark reaches for the flask, forcing their faces to be a centimeter apart. Jack makes it harder for Mark to reach it, making Mark's whole body get closer. Jack smirks internally, his plan working. "Give me my flask back."

"No, I don't think I will," Jack says, now smirking externally.

"What do you want from me?"

"I told you, to stop being drunk all the time. Maybe you should find someone else. Someone better than her. She cheated Mark, I think you need to move on."

Mark doesn't say anything as he reaches for his flask. Jack looks into Mark's eyes, but Mark isn't looking at him, he's looking at the flask. Guess I'll have to make the move. Jack smashes his lips into Mark's. He feels Mark freeze from shock. Jack doesn't pull away as Mark starts to relax and starts kissing back, closing his eyes. Jack smiles, forgetting about the flask. He accidentally drops it, creating a soft thud. They both ignore it as they kiss. Mark pulls away, opening his eyes and staring at Jack. He backs up a few steps and Jack just smiles at Mark. Mark sits in a nearby chair as he processes what just happened.

"I guess your drunkenness is good for more than one thing," Jack says, still smiling. Mark looks at him and slowly stands up from his chair, staring at him. "What? Don't tell me you didn't like that."

Mark doesn't respond and tackles Jack, smashing their lips together. Jack falls backwards, Mark on top of him.

A/N
I'm just gonna end it there... because I still don't feel comfortable writing smut. Bye!