Twenty One Pilots: One shots N Drabbles

Oh What A Night..

Warnings: Angst, Drinking, (light) Smut, Agressive Behaviour, Mentions of Anxiety and/or Depression.

  I gently pushed up my bra a little to show more cleavage as I braced myself for the night to come. My friend Anais said that she was having a "little get together" but I know that it would most likely be more than that. Turns out that I was right, as soon as I entered her house I was squished into a corner by the near hundreds of people that were either dancing around drunk or talking obnoxiously loudly while getting high. I pushed my way through the crowd and eventually found myself in the kitchen, "thank god." I thought to myself as I picked up one of the drinks that was being served around in a red solo cup. I took a quick swig of the drink and grimaced slightly at the strong taste, eventually getting accustomed to it and actually growing to like it. I continued to sip at my drink while I looked around the room, my eyes eventually landing on a tuft of familiar yellow hair. "Is that... No, it can't be. His hair isn't yellow and what the hell would he be doing at Anais' party?" I thought to myself as I poured some whiskey out into my cup, quickly swallowing it all down and gaining a few whoops and hollers from people around me that saw me chug down the strong alcohol.

After a few beers, more shots and a LOT of wine, I was pretty tipsy to say the least. I was talking to my friend Tessa when a tap on my shoulder caught my attention. "Hey Y/N, is that you?" A masculine voice said as I turned around to see..... my ex. "Oh, yeah.." I slurred, unable to control the word vomit that was about to come out of my mouth. "I see you stopped fucking around with Janelle, hm?" I muttered bitterly as I took a sip of the strong alcoholic drink in my hand. "That stopped a looooong time ago." He chuckled awkwardly, taking a swig of whatever alcoholic shit he was drinking. "Mm." I mumbled, continuing to drink out of my cup and glance over at him every now and then.

A few drinks and a lot of flirtatious banter later, we had somehow made it out of the building and into someone elses house. We quickly made our way to bedroom and things were getting heated. Not long after we entered the room our clothes were discarded, one thing led to another and well... You know what happens.

It was the morning after and my head hurt like hell. I slowly sat up in my spot and placed a hand on my head, groaning quietly to myself and brushing my hair away from my face with my fingers. I turned my head to the side, expecting to see my cat but instead I saw the same tuft of fluffy bright hair and sleepy face that I remembered from two years ago. "Aw fuck." I mumbled, pulling the covers off of myself and  putting on a random t shirt i found laying on the dresser before slowly but surely walking to the bathroom. I did my business as I usually would and before going into the bedroom again, I looked in the medicine cabinet (that I had helped build) for some advil. I thankfully found some and swallowed two pills before grabbing another two for Josh to have when he eventually woke up to the same hangover nightmare as me. I walked back to the bedroom and to my surprise, Josh was already up. "Uh, hi." I mumbled. "Hey." He muttered tiredly. "Hangover?" I questioned. He nodded. I walked over to him and placed to two pills in his large calloused hands before putting on my clothing and getting ready to do the walk of shame. "Hey hey, wait." I heard him say just as I was about to walk out. "At least let me take you out for coffee before I never get to see you again?" He said to me, a sparkle in his eyes. "I guess so." I replied, trying to suppress the small grin that was threatening to attack my face.

We got coffee that day. And the next day. Then we went for dinner on the weekend. And hung out almost every day for the next three weeks. Then finally, almost a year after this incident, we got back together again.