Lams Fluff [In Progress]

Druuuunk

Third Person POV
"OH my gawds, there are so many peopppples heere it's discustiliting." Alex slurred as he leaned across the bar table to the pretty barista lady. She had dark brown hair, and was like, an inch shorter than Alex. Maybe around 5'6?? Alex didn't know. He just knew that he wanted to destroy all logical thinking brain cells. "Whaat is... a laady such as ursellf doin tonight?" He whispered. No reaction.

The woman just gave people drinks and acted like she hated life. "So yoour da strong n silent type arint you, well i'm the Caribbean island type." She sighed, and turned to him. "No habla ingles." She said.
He grinned drunkenly. "I kenew for a factilukarr that you are not spanish. You have no acccent whassoever." She turned away from him frowning, and got a drunk couple some margaritas. "I'm lookin to drink da night away, wouldya care to join meee?" The woman glared at him and said, "If you don't leave now, I will get security." Alex whined and gave her the puppy eyes. "C'mon, it wouldn't be so bad for me to buy you one drink??" The woman sighed and said, "Fine."

"Yeeeeesss."

John POV

"Helllooo, Tommy." He looks good. Why does Tommy look good all of the sudden? "How are you doing tonight?" Thomas' eyes furrowed together and his mouth shrank. John tried making that face, and it didn't feel happy. He wondered why Tommy did it. 

"John, you're drunk." He said, causing John to giggle. He didn't know why he giggled, he just thought that Thomas sounded funny. "I am not." 

"Am too."

"Not!"

"Are too! You know what, I'm not doing that." Thomas said, as he stretched, getting up from the bar stool. John's blurry eyes slid over Thomas's body, illuminated by the dance floor's lights. His shirt was stretched tight against his skin. Without thinking, John pulled at Thomas' sleeve and pulled him closer. "What are you doing, John?" Jefferson breathed. John let out a small whine and looked up and said, "Stay, Tommy." Jefferson looked confused. "I wasn't going to leave you." John gave a drunken lopsided grin and pulled on Thomas' tie, saying, "No, I mean, stay with me tonight." Their faces were inches apart. Thomas hesitantly rubbed his hands on John's hips and whispered on his cheek, "I can't Johnny, you're drunk." 

John was angry and dissapointed. He wanted out of Alex and his relationship. He wanted to be able to forget about the aching, burning pain in his heart for five seconds. He wanted to not have Alex's smiling face imprinted in his head for every second of every fucking day. John wanted to be able to wake up in the morning and not feel tears run down his face when he realized his love was not there. And Thomas was right here. Just for a night. That's all John wants.

"Too bad." John whispers, pressing his lips hard against Thomas'