Biadore : Love is Love

-Chapter 3-

Bianca's POV

"We're literally grandmas trying to have a good time." Danny laughed as he picked up his first shot. "It's 7:30pm and we're getting drunk. Who are we?"

"Speak for yourself. I'm not old and I'm the designated driver." I replied in a playful yet serious tone. I decided I'd just have one cocktail (I know, fancy right?) and be able to drive this one home. 

Danny was onto his 3rd shot. "C'moooonnnnnnn. I feel so awkward and lonely. Take some shots!" He pushed 2 shots towards me

I smiled at him and pushed them back. "You know I love drinking as much as the next crazy-new- yorker-man-in-a-wig but I don't really feel like drinking tonight. I'll just talk and...observe. Plus, I have an early flight tomorrow morning."

Danny stared at me with those adorable puppy eyes and sighed. I could tell he was getting drunk. Trust me, I've seen this guy blackout drunk many, many times. The bartender slid a cocktail towards me.

"Fine." Danny started. "At least you're drinking something. It'd be pretty stupid to suggest going to a bar and not drinking at all. Cheers." He lifted his 4th shot and clinked it against my fancy glass rimmed with sugar. We sat at the bar talking about both of our tours. Danny told me about how dramatically his life had changed since Drag Race. Not just in his career, but his personal life as well. I felt bad. He'd been going through a lot and I should've been there for him at least once in person this past year. Danny made my Drag Race experience so incredible and memorable, and I'm forever grateful for him. If only I knew what was going on with him while I was on tour...

 Danny sipped on his new drink, looked up at me suddenly and slurred out the words, "You look cute." 

"Shit. You get drunk quick! It's already messing with your brain." I joked.

"No, no. I've been meaning to uh, to tell you that you look really cute! All the time! I don't get it!" There was a pause. I just smiled at him. When he gets drunk he just reveals anything and everything on his heart. I felt guilty not getting drunk with him. I'm sure he wouldn't want me remembering all of this tomorrow."And you realize that we could just hail a cab. Get drunk with me! You're really hot."

"And you're delusional. Let's talk about something else."

"Hey bartender? Can we get another round of shots? K thanksss!"

"Oh my god..." I covered my eyes with my hand as I tilted my hand down. I was grinning though. He was so goddamn adorable. "Danny I'm not drinking!" I laughed. I knew there was no stopping him though, he was determined. I absolutely love that about him. I'm able to let go and have fun when he's around. 

The bartender passed us 3 shots of tequila. I thanked him and turned to Danny. "If I drink this, will you cut the fucking bullshit about 'oh my gosh you're so cute bleh bleh bleh!'?"

"Sure, why not. I thought you would be flattered!" His words were slurring out as his hands flailed around his face.

I smirked at him, grabbed a shot, and threw my head back. "Phew! We are calling a cab!"

Danny cackled and put his hand on my knee. "Now you're starting to party!" He shook my leg and we died laughing. I drank the other 2 shots within the next 2 minutes and I started to feel drunk. I wasn't completely wasted; I just had a cocktail and a couple shots. But Danny, on the other hand, was pretty fuckin drunk.

"You're pretty fuckin cute. Like I mean it. I'm just scared to admit it. Like uh, like like yesterday in the dressing room. Could you feel that sexual tension man? It's crazy."

"Danny! You told me you would drop it if I drank."

"Libras aren't known for being trustworthy." He was being so flirtatious it hurt. I didn't know how to feel. I've always liked Danny, but not in that way...I think. He's so much younger than me and I don't want to ruin our friendship. We're such different people even though we do have a connection of some sort. He looked me dead in the eye and leaned into my face. Immediately I pulled back. But he kept trying. Finally, I pushed him back.

"Danny, what are you doing? It's not supposed to be like this. You're my best friend. And this isn't you, you're drunk." I held his hands and kept my distance. He was so drunk, he could barely hold himself up. I lifted him up and decided it'd be best if we went home. Danny didn't object; instead he looked down and let me help him up. He really looked hurt. 

We left the bar and hailed a cab. There was no conversation on the car ride. Danny just whispered to me, "I dont want to go home. It's too far and I'm a mess." I looked at him and took his hand, but he pulled away. 

The cab pulled up to the enterance to my hotel. I looked at Danny while I was leaving. 

"Come with me." I held out my hand to him. He hesitated then took my hand. I led him into my hotel room. "Go wash your face and then go to bed. Bathroom's over there." 

I didn't feel comfortable with Danny going home alone. And I was way too tired to sit through that whole ride to Asuza and back. I knew this was the right thing to do. Even with the stuff that happened before, he's still my best friend. I love him so much. I heard the bathroom door unlock and a light flick off. Danny walked toward me, avoiding eye contact. I helped him into bed and sat at the edge of his bed to tuck him in.

"Roy? I'm really sorry about before. But I want you to know that I'm being honest with my feelings for you. I'm happy around you. It's more than the feeling I get with other friends."

I just stared at him. I didn't know what to say and I didn't want to break his heart. He was just so drunk-

"I know I'm super drunk and I have a splitting head ache and it's not the best time to say this but I think I've liked you since the end of drag race. I just know you don't feel the same. Tonight felt so right to just say it. Please don't hate me forever. I tried not to like you but I just couldn't." 

I didn't know how to feel. I was so out of it and shocked. I thought for a minute and tried to explain the way I felt in a way a kid could understand. "Let me just say this: Picture TNT, dynamite. It's completely fine and peaceful even. It's just sitting there, not threatening, happy, ya know what I mean? But all it takes is one spark. You press one button and boom. Damage id done. Lots of damage. Then nothing is the same anymore, and all is lost. I don't want that dynamite to blow up in our faces."

I got a blank stare back. I thought maybe I sounded a little too patronizing. Then I saw his facial expression shift.

"But what if the empty fields are covered with thousands of robots designed to kill everyone and destroy the earth? Wouldn't dynamite save everything and destroy the evil monsters?"

Out of the blue I felt soft arms wrap around my neck and pull me in. Warmth filled my lips and spread through my body. I tasted minty breath but smelled a dirty cab, yet I never wanted to leave. Danny pulled away and I heard a whisper: "Dynamite." 

He turned over and faced the other side of the room and tried to sleep.