Multifandom!!! (Book 2) {CLOSED}

Drunken Tales (A Night Shift Story)

Drew teases a drunk Y/N
"Hey, what are you guys doing for the Fourth of July?" Krista asks as we all walk to our cars. "I wasn't planning on doing anything, why?" Jordan asks. "Well, if none of you guys are doing anything, we should have a party. My house at six?" She offers. I glance around to everyone to see their reactions. "I don't see why not," Kenny says. "Great, see why not." Kenny says. "Great, see you guys there." Krista says. "Well this is going to be interesting," I say, making everyone glance at me.

I send a wink to Drew before hopping into my car. I know that he is gay and has a boyfriend named Rick, and he knows that I know, it's just fun to play flirt with on another. Drew knocks on my window and when I lower it, he says "So TC and I are planning to prank Kenny at party, you in?" "I'm game," "Great, see you tomorrow?" "It would be an honor to see you tomotte, princess." "Do you think they actually believe that we are a thing?" I whisper. "Probably," He says. We both chuckle to ourselves and shake our heads with disbelief.

**

A shaky breath leaves my lips as I raise my hand to knock on the door. The door opens immediately and Kenny's eyes fall onto me as his mouth gapes open. "Careful, you might catch a fly in there," I say, patting his chest with my free hand. Given, I am wearing ripped shorts, white tie-up sandals and a white crop top; so I am definitely differently dressed than I am at work. I walk into the kitchen and set down the cases of Corona I was carrying, to hear a wolf whistle. I look behind me to see Drew hold a beer in his hand.

"Is that you, princess?" "Well who else would it be?" "A model," He says, making me roll my eyes. "What, do girls not wear crop tops around here?" I ask. "Not normally, no." "Hm, I wonder why." "Because most of them don't have a body like yours." Kenny intercepts. "Hey, is Y/N here with the beer yet- whoa." TC says as she walks into the kitchen.

"Oh God, you know what? Krista do you have a shirt that I can borrow?" I call from the kitchen. "Yeah sure, why? Did you spill something on yourself al- wow, you look great! Why do you need to change?" She says once she sees me. "Because they don't know how to act," I say lowly. "Because they haven't seen you like this before. It's new to them." She states. "Fine, thanks." I say as I glance back to the guys who are still staring at me.

"You know what, let's put some music. We'll give them something to stare at." She says, whilst smoking mischievously. "Oh no," "Guys, can one of you make yourself useful and put on some music?" Krista teases. "Sure thing, what kind do you want?" Kenny asks. "Something with a beat," She says. Within a few minutes, the song "I Get the Bag" by Gucci Mane comes on, "Okay, I can work with this," Krista says as she begins to sway awkwardly to the music. She cannot work with that. I look to Kenny who is looking at the same thing that I am noticing: Krista's lack of movement.

"Change the music genre," I mouth as I make the cut it out motion with my hand. "Heard," I watch with pity as Krista moves totally out of sync with the music. Then the song "The One" came on and I look to Krista to see her face completely light up. "I love this song!" She shrieks. "Oh my God, Okay, I think I need a drink." I say under my breath, making my way towards the kitchen. "Hey,Y/N, where are you going?" Krista asks. "I'm just getting a drink," I say over my shoulder. Once I get into the kitchen, a sigh leaves my lips and Kenny says, "That looked rough,"

"That was rough, I never saw anyone with that lack of rhythm in my life." I explain as I pop the beer open. "Well maybe you should teach her," "That could take weeks, not hours." "Y/N, where did you go girl?" "I'm coming!" I call. "Wish me luck," I say. "Good luck," They all say in unison.

**

The buzzing high of alcohol is prescient in my brain as I continue to dance. There is a different tale of dancing now. The music is more country and since I don't know how to dance to country, Kenny figured that he would step in and help me. Technically, the only dance to it is just a slightly faster pace slow dance or crossing your legs from behind before you clapping your hands. There's not much else to it than that, so I picked up on it pretty quickly. Krista on the other hand wasn't having much luck.

Right about now, I am swaying to the music and taking my brown, straightened hair out of its ponytail. When I open my eyes, I see Kenny slowly dancing with Krista and Drew sitting by himself on his phone with TC and Jordan talking amongst themselves. I grab Drew's hand and say, "Dance with me," "You sure you can handle me?" "There is only one way to find out,"

**

My brain pulsates against the front part of my skull as I slowly come back to consciousness. I rub the sleep out of my eyes as I slowly sit up fro, what feels like a bed. My elbows rest on my thighs when I realize that I am completely bare under the sheets. My eyes snap open to see a have Kenny next to me as he lays on his stomach with his muscular arms tucked underneath the pillow he was laying on. "Crap," I say to myself.

I peer down at the floor to see both mine and Kenny's clothes on the ground. I slowly rise from the bed, careful not to wake him. I frantically grab my clothes and rush into the bathroom to get changed. Once I do so, I tip toe out of that too, and close the door softly. I make my way down the stairs when I hear Drew says, "Welcome back to the land of the sober!" I yelp and fall to my knees as I hold onto my ears in pain.

"Why would you do that?" "Because it's fun, so how was last night?" He asks. "Wh- I don't even remember anything from last night." I say. "Really? Now, you're a lightweight." He says. "Oh shut up," "Oh hey you. How was last night?" Jordan asks as she claps a hand on my shoulder, making me jump.

"You and Drew really know how to annoy a hung over person," I groan. "I'll get you sank ibuprofen and food," TC says, "Thanks, TC, at least someone cares for me." I say glaring at Drew. He sends me a wink and I roll my eyes at him. "So, it seems like you two are not a thing... but I am having trouble understanding why." Jordan says. "You two are literally perfect for one another," She adds.

"Yeah, but we're better off as friends. It's complicated." Drew states. "Ah, is she's not good in the sack?" She states. "Jordan!" I yell at her, slapping the back of her head. "N-no, you're- she's amazing in the sack. She's just- we're just not meant to be." Drew stumbles.

"Oh my God, so you two were a thing!" She squeals. I hear a door creak open from upstairs and I freeze as I stare along the steps. Not wanting to get caught, I approach Drew and say, "You have to get me out of here," "what? Why, it's just a one night stand. We've all had them. There's nothing to be ashamed of." He states. "Not with a coworker, you haven't." I say. "Please Drew, I have to find out what I want to say the next time I see them." I beg. He stares down at me and sighs deeply. "Fine," "come on," he adds, motioning me to the back door. "Thank you,"