VanossgamingCrew (One Shot)

H2O Delirious

THIS IS A SMUT MAN!
I'm terrible at them.

Also it came to a conclusion, if I finish this book, I am making a new one, BUT only smut, cause I want to, and I'm a horny little bastard. LOLL

I AM ASHAME TO SHOW IT.

But I am not the only one people. I know some of you guys are. Don't deny it.

Loll

Enjoy!
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Delirious's POV

I wasn't feeling good, not that I am sick or anything. I was feeling stressed and tired lately.

I, make videos, edit them, and then I upload them. I do that three times a week.  

I was editing a video right now, sitting down on my office chair and inside my office. I laid back and sighed in relief once I just pressed the upload button.

It usually takes me a full 8 hours to edit, and it's stressful as fuck. Sometimes I stay up all night just to do that.

I mean, I do love my subscribers but sometimes I want my time to myself.

I know I could take the time off, but it'll feel weird to not make videos, edit and upload. It's just weird for me to not to.

I looked at the time and it was 8 o'clock in the evening.

And so I thought if I should go to the bar and just have the time to myself.

Have me time, ya know?

I look at the computer once more, and saw that it was at 2%

It takes 2 whole hours to fucking upload a single video.

Well I do upload a lot.

I stood up from my chair, I stretched and felt more relief.

I sighed and walked to my room, and I changed into a a dark blue jeans and a grey shirt.

I went inside washroom and sprayed some guys clone.

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw sometimes that I didn't expect to see.

"Wow, I look pretty shitty today." Bags under my eyes, making me look tired as hell. I had some acne but it didn't stand out much. My lips didn't look to plump as it did before.

I blinked a few times before leaving the washroom, turning the light off.

I walked to my front door and threw some shoes on. I checked my pockets, feeling the stuff that I needed.

I opened the door and closed it right after I left the building.

I turned on my car and left to the nearest bar in North Carolina.

I arrived and went inside, seating myself down and asking for the bartender.

"Scotch." I said and waited for him to serve me.

Once the drink arrived I took it like it something that I usual had, it went through my throat and it burned, and I had shake my head to snap out of it.