Thwaites & Thompson

False Alarm Boy...

Thwaites

My chest tightened hard and I felt my throat dry out.
I gulped and took heavy breaths but nothing seemed to work.

"I'll go to the bathroom real quick." I drowsily pull myself up and leave the balcony.

I open my bedside table drawer and pull out my emergency liquor flask.

I drink all what remained of the 5 ounces and slammed the flask onto the bedside table.

I hear the balcony's pocket door open followed by a shuffle and a thud.

I turn around to find Tess down on both her knees and palms.

I instantly rush to her side.

"Ouch." She chuckled, her hair was all over her face when she looked up at me.

I offer her my hands but just before she places her palms in mine, I take her wrists instead and help her up.

She fists her open hands and frowns at me.

"No holding hands, no kisses on the cheek, no dancing..." She slowly lists and my face slowly falls.

I let go of her wrists and her hands fall to her side.

I felt myself spinning for a moment...

"What can I say? I've more issues than-"

"Vogue?" She chuckles and I grin lazily.

"You hit the nail right on." I wink at her and she shakes her head amusedly.

She spots something behind me and before I turn to follow her line of sight, I mentally curse.

Thompson

He didn't use the bathroom...
He got in here to drink...

"Maybe we should sleep now." He nods once and slowly takes a few steps away from me.

He was swaying all the way until he slopped down on the bed.

What did he have?
What got him tipsy so fast?

I was feeling buzzed as well but even though my body was awfully liquified, I still had control over it.

I got in here to ask something of him...

I knew I'd hesitate.
But now that he's drunk, maybe I should go for it after all. This way, he might not even remember it in the morning...

But I had to be sure about how drunk did he get himself...

"Adam?" I call out but he doesn't move.

I frown.
He couldn't have possibly fallen asleep so fast.

"Adam?" I call seriously.

I was starting to worry.
I could barely see his back move. Or was it because he was asleep on his front?

I got onto the bed and shook his shoulder.

"What is it?" He groaned.

I smiled at his face, half cringed on the side he slept on, with his eyes shut and eyebrows knotted in that familiar way, and his lips parted and swollen...

His hair was silky brown in the dim light and his beard was even heavier than I remember it be.

He is such a handsome man...

I moved away to turn my bedside lamp off before I got off the bed and walked to his side, to shut his one off, leaving myself in the dark, not knowing were to go.