Tower of Babel (Jonathan Ariga X Reader)

[2] Taboo

A/N: Sorry i didn't update in... months. I didn't realize people had actually read this thing, I usually write on another site and I've had technical problems. Either way, it's here now- enjoy~

~(Your/Name) POV~

Obviously, Jonny and I had absolutely no intention of recalling our 'encounter' with the others. Sure, we were all friends and drinking buddies- but some things were better left unsaid. So, when we had all gathered together (Vincent, Orlando, Toby, Jonny and me) at our usual booth at The Stray Sheep, very little conversation was exchanged between Jonny and I. Luckily, no questions were asked about our night- we all listened to Vincent's complaints based around Katherine. I absent mindedly stared up toward the tiny bar side TV, seeing a breaking news report on suspiciously found man. The apartment building on-screen was grey yet looked like any other apartment building in the city- apart from the yellow police tape screaming 'KEEP OUT' being tied all-around the complex. Part of me wondered what was happening, what made that area so dangerous and why it was so important to be breaking news; that part of me was very small, and was mostly ignored.

"Doesn't that sound like 'marry me'!?" Jonny's voice rang out Confusedly over the table, making my head instantly flick away from the news reporter and my eyes locked onto him- he was talking specifically to Vincent. "What's happening?" I sighed, trailing my eyes awkwardly away from Jonny and settling on my drink. An almost untouched alcoholic beverage. "Katherine mentioned her parents today when we met- they're 'worried' about us" Vincent mumbled, rubbing his temple with one hand as he held his drink in the other; a sly smile curved up on my lips "yeah, I think she might be trying to hurry you up, Vince" I shrugged nonchalantly as the second black haired male nearly sunk onto the table. Toby wasn't paying much attention to us, but rather to his video game device making small sound affects with every few button bashes- and Orlando hadn't managed to arrive yet. Jonny hummed as he shuffled about to reach into his pocket "wow, you, married" he mused, a sarcastic tone settling amongst his words as Vincent flinched "h-hey! Nothing's set in stone yet" he hastily pointed out- Jonny cocked his head, "what? You don't want to Marry Katherine?".

Jonny's question seemed to leave Vincent stumped as only silence followed afterwards- he gave a mix between a sigh and a sarcastic chuckle as he finally managed to fish a carton of cigarettes up to the table. Vincent raised a brow "what about you and your girlfriend?" he asked, making me curious too. Jonny's girlfriend was almost a taboo topic and was rarely mentioned; however after this morning, shivered around my mind like a bleak shadow. I didn't want best friend's relationship ruined because of my drunk actions. The mechanic spoke clearly "I already old my girl I had no intention of marrying her" this was followed by him finishing his sake [[the drink Jonny has in the game]] and slowly standing from the booth "I'll be back soon" he stated, letting us know he would only be gone while he had a cigarette. Vincent gave a long deep exhale before reaching it for his drink- "be back in a minute, Vince" I brushed myself down before scooting out from the booth, earning a groan "you're leaving too? What, do you guys hate me now or something?" he jokingly asked. My eyes rolled sub consciously "Orlando will be coming soon, Toby will die on that game sooner or later and Jonny and I are only going for some fresh air" I gave him a smile before following after Jonny.

He stood just inside the alley beside the Stray Sheep, staring out into the air and occasionally transferring a freshly lit cigarette from his mouth to between his fingers. For a minute, I paused, wondering if this was even right- talking to him after this morning, and possibly facing awkward conversation. The musky smell of tobacco reached my nostrils, making me slightly shake my head and snap back to reality. "Jonny... can we talk?" I asked, popping out of the blue so he could clearly see me standing close to him, he slowly took the cigarette from his mouth "about what?" he mumbled, acting as if there was no problem between us- a strength mustered within me "about last night".