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it's 10:50 pm when sean and mia arrive at the bar, and during the entire trip there, mia couldn't help but notice sean's hesitation.
"are you alright?" she asks sean as they take a seat near the corner of the nightclub.
he glances at his watch before replying, "i'm fine, i promise."
before mia can respond, one of the workers passes by and gets their drink orders. mia orders a martini while sean gets a water.
"a water? really?" mia arches an eyebrow. "that seems pretty unlikely of you."
"how would you know what's likely of me?" he sinks himself into his seat. "we've only known and lived with each other for three weeks."
"i may not know a whole lot about you, lew, but i do know that you always have a six-pack of beer in our fridge at all times," mia points out. "why don't you let loose? just for tonight?"
sean looks at his watch one more time, more hesitant than the last time. he takes a deep breath and says, "alright."
mia's face lights up and orders a round of shots for them, realizing that drunk sean was a lot more nicer to be around.
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the dj starts to play 'sure thing' by miguel, and the already wasted sean tugs on mia's arm, pulling her up from her seat. he drags her to the dancefloor, slurring, "i loooove this song!"
mia laughs at sean crazily swaying around the dance floor, being the complete opposite of his uptight self. he grabs both of mia's hands and starts to twirl her around as he sings along to the song.
"if you be the cash, i'll be the rubber band!" he sings, pointing to mia as he says it.
"you be the match, imma be your fuse," mia mouths back.
"boom!" he yells out loud, causing the other people on the dancefloor to look his way.
sean's too drunk to even bother, and he continues to move around the dancefloor. mia watches him, way too entertained by sean's drunken behavior. she, herself, was not nearly as drunk as him, but that was also because she only had three drinks while she couldn't even remember how many sean had.
after a handful of songs later, mia struggles as she drags sean off the dance floor and back to their booth at the corner of the club.
he stumbles as she walks with him, and she places him back into his seat. she starts to call a taxi to pick them up as sean continues to sway around to the music in his chair.
she ends the call and looks up to sean, "the taxi will be here in around ten minutes."
"let's play a game, camila," sean smiles.
"what game?"
"erm," he pauses, tapping his hands on the table. "21 questions!"
