"Got a taste for something new..."
-Luke's POV-
"God, that interview took a lot out of me..."
Michael plops down on the hotel couch after we all enter the room, groaning as he speaks.
"It was boring and long." Calum agrees, going straight to the fridge after speaking.
I mutter an agreement, watching as he pulls himself out a beer while sitting at the counter facing the TV.
Ashton's sitting beside me, reaching in Calum's direction.
Cal stares him down before giving in and ducking his head to get another bottle out.
Calum offers me some, but I shake my head, "Not feeling it tonight."
Michael yawns, "You're never feeling it."
He heaves himself up, running a hand through his red hair, "I'm going to bed. Wake me up for soundcheck."
Calum leans over the kitchen counter as Michael's leaving, holding a beer by the nozzle as he reaches over to hand the drink to Ashton.
Ashton pops the bottle open and sips from it as he watches me flip through various channels on the tv.
A few minutes later, Ashton's guzzled most of his beer, and I'm leaning more on the arm of the couch, getting frustrated while looking through the channels.
"There's nothing on."
Ashton tilts his head back, and I look over to see that he's already finished off his bottle.
"Jesus, Ash..."
He laughs lightly at my reaction, standing and fetching himself another beer.
Calum's still at the kitchen counter, his gaze on his phone and earphones in his ears as he watches something on YouTube.
He's not engulfing his beverage like Ashton is, thank god.
Ashton plops down beside me again, his second bottle in his hand and opened.
I just shake my head at him, "Don't go overboard."
He nods, still suckling on the beer bottle.
I ignore the action, looking to the tv as I settle on a cooking channel.
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Thirty minutes later, Rachel Ray is on our tv teaching us how to cook chicken parmesan pasta.
Or salad...or some shit like that... All I know is that it looks so good.
Ashton's on his fifth beer, and Calum's fallen to sleep beside his still-playing Smosh playlist and his two empty beer bottles.
Ashton is passed tipsy...
He's gotten all cuddly and touchy, and he keeps rubbing my thigh. I've swatted him away several times, stating that I'm watching a show and he's being annoying.
It really is irritating to get touched randomly when you're enjoying a good show. Only thing is, I don't care about what Paula Dean and Rachel Ray are cooking in their damned kitchens.
All I can think about is--
I jump in surprise, a sudden squeeze catching me and my thoughts off guard.
I look over, but jerk back when I notice how close Ashton's gotten. He's got his nose and lips by my ear, one arm wrapped around my shoulder as he rubs and squeezes my thigh with the other.
