Burnout

Chapter 5.

Roy's POV:

I'm starting to get dizzy. 5 rounds we've had. Five rounds we've drunk.

I'm gonna pass out.

Wait, I'm in no condition to ask her out!

I waited too long. This is terrible. I'm gonna have to wait for another 10 years before I can muster up the courage to ask her again.

"Another round." I say to the bartender. I intend to forget this evening.

"Really?" Riza asks, slightly less drunk than me, "Five rounds is a lot."

"Are you too scared?" I challenge.

"Never."

We grab our glasses and dump them down our throats.

Then we do that again.

And again.

And again.

Until I can't control my actions.

"Riza?" I ask, sounding stupid drunk.

"Yes Roy?"she replies, clearly as drunk as I am.

What am I doing? What am I going to ask her?

"Will you kiss me?" I say, sounding surprisingly sober.

She's shocked for a moment, the leans in and plants a soft kiss on my lips.

It only lasts a moment, then she pulls away.

I sob internally. Why didn't I kiss her back? I'm such a fool. She needs a man not a wimp like me...

All of a sudden she kisses me again, more passionately, more meaningful.

I realize that we can't be seen like this in public, with our superiors here.

Dating in the military is strictly forbidden.

I whisper in her ear, "Wanna get out of here?"

She nods, taking my hand and leading me out of the bar. We grab our coats and almost run to my apartment.

Tonight worked out for the best.

Riza's POV:

5 rounds. I haven't drunk this much since college.

I lied to him about being a good drinker. I can hold alcohol for a while, and then I get drunk like you've never seen before.

"Another round." He says.

"Really?" I ask, knowing that the next round is my tipping point, "Five rounds is a lot."

"Are you too scared?" He asks, definitely sounding drunk.

"Never."

We gulp down at least 3 more rounds, I lost count.

He must be drunk out of his mind now.

"Riza?" He asks.

"Yes Roy?" I say, drunken self pretending to be sexy.

"Will you kiss me?" He sounds sober.

This is the moment I've been waiting for.

I mean in and gently kiss him, careful not to make it too obvious.

I pull away, pulling my hair behind my ear.

He looks disappointed that I pulled away. Now I kiss him even more passionately than before.

We are locked together for a moment, until he pulls away.

"Wanna get out of here?" He whispers.

I nod.

We grab our coats, get out of that pub and almost run to his apartment.

Tonight worked out for the best.