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flirty drunk + whizzvin

Bars are typically described in literature to be alluring and filled with opportunities for romance. However, it was quite the opposite - well, at least when you're alone.

Whizzer winced at the sound of a white dude who looked like the definition of a wife-beater slamming his drink into the floor, the startling, shattering sound of glass caused his heartbeat to speed up. He was ashamed to think that the outburst of anger reminded him of Marvin - of their relationship at a darker, more desperate time for both of them.

A sweet, familiar kiss on the cheek soothed him. Habitually, he leaned into his boyfriend's side, curling into his warmth and comfortingly familiar form.

The pair agreed that Whizzer would be the Designated Driver for tonight, which, honestly, didn't bother him that much, for Marvin was surely something to behold when he had alcohol. Surprisingly, he wasn't an angry drunk - in fact, he was sort of adorable. He was possessive in a refreshingly different way than usual, in a sweet way; playing with Whizzer's hair; letting his boyfriend use his jacket; kissing anything of Whizzer any chance he gets. Typically, Marvin was too nervous to initiate anything romantic, and the taller boyfriend thought that his sweet hesitance due to his respect of Whizzer's privacy was adorable too, but he also adored the sweeter, more confident side of Marvin he rarely got to see. If Whizzer's being honest with himself, he was in love with everything that is his boyfriend - even his faults were so beautifully perfect.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Marvin chimed, twirling little strands of the sides of his boyfriend's hair between his fingers. He noticed Whizzer begin to stare off, unless the dirty wall of a bar was really that intriguing.

The noirette sighed and smiled at how Marvin was able to speak coherently, even when he was drunk. Whizzer always considered his lover eloquent.

"Marvie, why aren't you like this when you're sober?"

"Loving you as much as I do without alcohol is kind of embarrassing.. Y'know in those teenage movies, where the girl drapes herself over the hot guy and shows off desperately because of how much she wants him to notice her? That's me with you, emotionally - mentally, all the time," Marvin sighed, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I don't know why - of all people - you chose to love me."

"I never wanted to love you," Whizzer said, almost offhandedly, still staring at the wall absentmindedly. "But you - oh my God, everything about you - is just.. Impossible not to fall in love with. I wish I could speak as beautifully as you, even when you're drunk, so maybe you'd understand."

Marvin didn't say anything, but he leaned forward to kiss his beloved boyfriend - somehow, that was enough. His hand tenderly and gracefully reached to cradle Whizzer's jaw, as if he was the most precious thing. The kiss started as hesitant and timid - then turned into something beautifully passionate and so filled with pure love and adoration that Whizzer felt his heart would burst. The kiss was sweetly heart-aching and so very Marvin that the noirette failed to speak for a few minutes afterwards. Words had abandoned his knowledge, all he knew was the warm hum that turned into an anthem in his stomach when the kiss broke and he opened his eyes, only to see the most elegant, magnificent, heart-twisting sight of his life. The most alluring blue eyes staring at him, so warm and full of love that Whizzer felt heat rise to his cheeks. Marvin's face was so gorgeously relaxed and a lazy, love-struck, drunk half-smile painted his features. The most captivating, adorable man he's ever met was sitting across from him, framed with a gross, dingy bar, with such heartful and unashamed adoration on his face that Whizzer could feel the rest of the world melt away.

How did he ever get so lucky?