Prove It. (ARMY X ALOHA LEMON-SHOT🍋)(COMPLETED!)

Submissive, You Say?

Ughh I friggin love these pics they're so funny. Anyways, here comes the explanation for "last night". Enjoy!❤️
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      Army whafted the scent of the bubbling curry he had cooking over the stove. He grinned at the sweet smell of spices and grabbed the wooden spoon he left on the counter. He scooped up a small spoonful, blew on it carefully, and took it into his mouth
Perfect, as always
He thought to himself. He smirked.
And it's all for me...

Tonight, all of Army's roommates left for a vacation at the New Albacore Hotel. There, parties and hangouts and all sorts of social events would take place all week. Despite being invited to join in on the fun, Army decided not to go. Parties were never his forte, anyways. The drinking, smoking, sex, and obscure games were too much for him to handle for one night. What if he ever caught drinking underage? Then what would he do? And for a whole week? Forget about it. He'd much rather stay home in his room editing one of his manuels or trying out a new recipe for curry.

He wasn't the only one who stayed home from their vacation, though. Despite his love for fun, Aloha decided not to go. The reason for this choice was simply so that he could attend a bigger party that same week held by his close friend and teammate, Diver. It was his birthday, and every year he would throw a house party with the best of everything. Music, drinks, chicks; you name it, he had the best of it. There was no way that Aloha would let this opportunity slide.  He wasn't going to be 18 forever, and he knew that. He always stayed out late getting that taste of liquor and a few hottie's phone numbers.

Army put the spoon back into the pot and stirred the mixture around.

Cod, I really hope Aloha doesn't come home black out drunk.... again. That party animal needs to learn some self discipline..

He looked over to the clock on the wall. It read about 1:35 AM; Aloha should be coming home very soon. Army frowned at that thought and sighed. He enjoyed having the place to himself. Getting to do whatever he pleased without the judgement of others is a freedom he could only have during times like this. But it was now coming to an end, and his entire week would have to be spent with a hungover Aloha.

Great.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
Someone jiggled the doorknob to the front door, but it didn't open.

"Heeyy~" said a muffled voice through the door
Army turned off the stove and put a lid onto the pot.

He's back so soon???

"Army, I can smell the curry...." the voice continued. "Let me in, curryboy!~"

Army adjusted his jacket as he stomped to the front door. He swung it open.

"Yes?"

He glared at the person who stood in the doorway.
It was Aloha, holding his golf visor in one hand and propping himself against the doorframe with the other. A his usual charming grin on his face it as always is.

"Hey, about time!" He laughed, walking past Army.
As he walked by, the pungent scent of beer followed him. Army grimaced from the stench; it was simply disgusting to him. He huffed.

"How much did you decide to drink tonight, huh?"

Army asked, closing the door. Aloha leaned against the door next to Army.
He remained quiet for a minute before responding.

"....Do you mean glasses or shots?"
He asked, wiping his nose.

"Both of them."
Army asked with a rather agitated tone. If he was going to stay with Aloha for a week, he needed to understand the condition he was in.
"Oh damn, okay, serious dude...."
Aloha chuckled awkwardly.
"Heh...I...umm.."
He scratched the back of his head; he noticed Army waiting for an answer with crossed arms.