The 5 Steps of Running Dry (Soul Punk)

Step 2: Make mistakes

~~(A few days later)~~

When I came back to the bar, almost around a week later, Patrick was back there again. Did he always come here? I shook away the thought and looked around, that's weird- it's pretty empty this time besides some people I recognize.

I walk back over to the bartender, ask for more drinks and look back at him. Only this time he looked like the drunk one. I sighed quietly and leaned against the counter idly, not noticing him moving over to me.

I glance back at the bartender this time and try to talk with him, "So..um, do you like making and mixing drinks fir a living?" The first part comes out as a stutter almost and he only smiles then nods a bit. "Yeah, I've always wanted to have a job like this." He replies back, and then..mutters something I can't hear.

"What was that?" I ask him quietly and sit up slightly, "I said if I didn't have s job, I'd probably be playing in a band." He answered again and huffs a bit before turning away from me. And I didn't even get his name.

Around five or ten minutes later, I get my drink and down it then ask for more of them. The bartender looks back at me, confused. "Are you sure? That's a lot of whiskey to drink." He says, and I only nod. He sighs in defeat and comes back a while later with more shots of whiskey. I down it more then start feeling dizzy.

I turn back to Patrick, who's been drinking more then I have, and he closes the gap between us now. Pushing our lips together, and kissing me passionately. I kiss him back for a minute then we pull away, but there's possibly blush on my face and I couldn't see it.

He smirks a bit then he sits back against the stool he's sitting on, laughing slightly while he does. When he looks back to me, all he says is "I love y-...you (Y/N)." and he smirks while he says it.

my face heats up even more and I kiss him again but with more love and passion in it. He kisses me back almost instantly and then pulls away from it once again, wrapping his arms around me drunkily. I smile at him and sigh dreamily, this is probably one of the best days of my life.

Eventually, the drunk part of him is gone and he goes to the bathroom to..."wash it all down" in his words. He's going to have a terrible hangover tomorrow morning, I laugh slightly at the thought. I'm going to take care of him anyway though, and I wanted him to know I love him back.