Damien Haas Imagines

Rome

My co-workers agreed to have a vacation in Rome, being part of Smosh I simply accepted their idea. And we're here at Rome. It's just a 3 day vacation and we've toured all around and seen the wonders of it. We've been super stress with tons of project that's being given to us. Shayne suggested to stay up and drink at some bar since it's our last night. Me being the new one in the squad, accepted their offer. I don't want to come of as a KJ.

We found a bar that is somewhat close to our hotel. Out of all the bar that we passed by, this is the only one which is open.

"Beer please " I said

The waiter with thick accent said "beer" to the bartender.

"I want to get hella drunk." Shayne said
"That's on your wishlist? Get super drunk at Rome?" Noah said

I didn't mind getting drunk at Rome, as long as I will come home at one piece.

We ordered shots after shots until the waiter called for the night.

Everybody groans since they're not all drunk, I guess. We found a restaurant that's still open.

"I wanna get drunk, super drunk" he said, his "s" are now prolong. I'm kinda tipsy, I admit yet I don't wanna go home.

"you okay?" The raven haired boy asked.
"Me?" I pointed at myself, he never talks to me, even at the office. I thought he was mad at me but I never knew the reason why.
"Yeah. You okay?"
"What is okay?"

He smirked at my question. I was serious though, what's the feeling of being okay. They ordered wine for everybody. We talked and talked. Everybody is happy, everybody is laughing, everybody is okay.

"Waiter, give me your finest red wine please." Shayne said
"Sorry sir, we don't have red wine anymore." the waiter said
"Give us martinis perhaps."

Hope he's paying for all that we've drunk. The waiter gave us our drink. We're all drunk and some of my friends were passed out. I went outside, I don't know what drove me there but the aura inside is too much to handle.

"are you alright?" someone asked
"I just needed some air." I said to him.

"Isn't this place great?"
"It is. And we spent our last night getting drunk. We're never gonna appreciate a beauty with a hangover."
"I appreciate a beauty while drunk."
"It's the effect of the consequence, you see."

We ended up on an alleyway and an alleyway after that. The only sound we're hearing are the cats and the running water.

"I want to puke so bad." I said
"That makes sense. You drank a beer, wine and a gin. It hurts more when you don't let it all out."

I put my finger up in my mouth and poked my uvula. I ended puking beside a talking fountain while he's holding my hair. I washed my face with the water that is on the fountain.

"Do you not chew your peas?" He asked which made me laugh.

He saw me puked, that was embarrassing. I don't want him to be gone just by that.

"I can't believe you really puked beside the talking fountain."

We walked to another dark alleyway. Above us was a weak square streetlight mounted to the wall of a tiny old corner building.

I stopped and he stopped "The most beautiful day of my life and I end up throwing up."

He wasn't listening, he pressed me against the wall and starts to kiss me, his hips pushing into mine, his arms about to lift me off the ground.

I could spent the rest of my life like this: with him, at night, in Rome, my eyes shut, one leg coiled around his. I wanted to go back to Rome, at this very same spot and just cherish it.

We went to the restaurant and found no one, they have left and not waited for us. It must mean it's three in the morning. We strolled the streets of Rome. It's quiet except for the cars. We sang a song, hand in hand.

We passed by the bar that we went to earlier to see a tourist and two drunkards.

"That's us." His arms tightly kept on my shoulder.

I don't know who says that, either way someone says that.

"I want to go to San Clemente tomorrow." I kept my hand on his waist as I lean on his shoulder.
"Tomorrow is today."

We were at the plane, drinking before flight is a bad idea. Now we all have hangover. We slept during the flight back to LA.

We went back to work and everything went back to normal. They discussed what happened to Rome but for just a moment. Seems like they wanna remember it and leave it at the same time.

When I said things went back to 'normal', he is not speaking to me again nor batting an eye on me. Is it because I poked my uvula infront of him? Or some thing happened after that?

What really happened at Rome? "Rome was great, isn't it?" I said as he approached me while drinking my morning coffee by the window.

"Was."
"We were so drunk" reminiscing what happened that night and I just wanted to apologize for it.
"You were."

I wanted to ask him what happened yet my tongue couldn't function the way it's supposed to be.

"You were so drunk. You played a song on the guitar of a drunkard and the tourists, the drunks, everyone was listening. You caught so many attention."
"Everyone?"
"Even me"

"We had---"
I cut him off "Did we?"
"Fun" he continued
"Had" I smirked at that word, what a cruel and nice thing to say. He's saying it like he doesn't want to do this again with me.

"What happens at Rome, stays at Rome" I sipped my coffee
"Let's just put it that way." He agrees with me.

Some of us can't forget what happened and they talked about it but I chose to be silent. I know what happened, every bit of it is in my brain. Some of it lingers, some of it I cannot taste again.

"I'm just curious. Where did you go the night after?" They were looking at me, curiosity in their eyes.

But I gave them one simple answer that has memories clinging to it. "San Clemente."