Drunk

Bar

Dan P.O.V

I look around in the bar and see so many people who are drunk and seem as though they've given up. People who are much like me at this point in time. I'm having an other existential crisis, like the third one this week, but this time it's about having no friends and being lonely. What is the point in living if you have no one to live for. I continue to drink away my crisis and tell the bar tender to 'keep'em come'n'. A man takes a seat beside me and I hardly notice them until they start to speak. They ask for a drink and ignore me. 

I turn my head to face them and I see jet black hair styled like mine accept their fringe is on the right. They look me and I see their beautiful eyes. The color isn't just blue it has yellow and green, they're absolutely beautiful. 

"Your really really pretty." I tell the man sounding like a drunk child. I smile at him and watch him as he seems even more confused and start to blush a reddish pink 

"um. Thanks.... your really pretty your self." he says back with a small smile and less confused. As I hear him say the words I instantly blush and my smile grows wider. 

"I'm not that pretty though... at least I'm not as pretty as you." I say trying to flirt with him. He blushes even more 

"Whats your name?" he asks me as he drinks from his glass 

"My name's [Dan]" I say motioning with my hands as he laughs at me. when he's done laughing I ask him "what's your name?"

"Oh I'm Phil" he says without doing any motions I smile at him and hold up my drink. 

"Nice to meet you Philly" I say as we clink glasses. 

"Its just Phil not Philly and its nice to meet you to Dan." He tells me as I nod "I don't mind you calling me Philly if you want." He tells me as I smile again. 

"Ok, Philly~." I say giggling at him and becoming even more drunk. 

"Wow how many drinks have you had?" He asks me as I start to hiccup 

"I lost count... I only had as many as it took to get my mind off my est-ext-ex.... My something crisis however you pronounce it." I say laughing at myself. 

"An existential crisis?" He asks. 

"Yeah that thing" I say as I drink more of the liquid sitting in my cup. Phil leans over and takes my drink from me as he grabs it I look at him and frown. 

"Don't give me that face. You've had  enough. What are you drinking anyway?" he asks me as I shrug at the question. 

"Hey um can you just give him water and substitute the alcohol? I don't think he'll tell the difference." Phil tells the bar tender as he nods and switches me over to water. 

"You'll thank me for that in the morning." Phil tells me as I still pout but start to smile as a thought goes through my mind. 

"I'll thank you in the morning if we have a fun night." I tell him with a cheeky wink. He blushes at the words and attempts to hide it as he drinks. As the night goes on Phil becomes more drunk and I stay the same. We would talk to each other about different things and the next thing I know we're in the back of a cab making out headed to his place. We stumble up to the apartment door as Phil fumbles with his keys to get the door open I kiss down the back of his neck leaving a trail. He drags the door open and we both giggle for no reason and try to quiet one another. We continue to kiss and walk up to his bed room making our way through the apartment. I walk into his room and see much more color than mine is. I look down at his bed sheet and see its the same design accept blue and green instead of black and grey.I laugh as I lay back on the bed and Phil gets on top 

"What's so funny?" Phil asks slurring his words as he kisses my collar bone. 

"We have the same kind of bed sheets only mine are black" I tell him as he removes my shirt and giggles. I pull his face close to mine and kiss him passionately. We hold the kiss for as long as we can before we have to take a breath. I tug at his button down and pull each button free. He loosens my belt and slides off my dark jeans to reveal my Calvin Klein's. Before we get any further we hear a loud knock on the door. 

"Hello?" tells a man from behind the door 

"Crap. Its the landlord...I'll be right back" Phil says as he grabs his shirt of the floor and puts it back on. I stay in his room and admire his decorations. He returns after a few minutes a little more sober but still very drunk. He giggles a little as he slurs his words 

"So, um. The landlord says to be more quiet, cause the walls are so thin." he says laughing and unbuttoning his shirt. 

"Oh, well. Then, let's not get loud~." I tell him as he slides himself beside me on the bed I pull him close to me and kiss him softly and passionately. He slides his tongue in my mouth and the night starts to heat up, our kisses are now rough and steamy.  We have nothing on us but a blanket and things are turning into a drunk sticky mess.

The End

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Jk I'm still working on it so you have to wait. Haha tell me the kind of stuff you want me to do. Your wish is my command.