drain you. kave

preface

i take another sip of whatever i had in my cup, unable to pay attention to what krist was saying anymore.

the frontman; kurt. i couldn't keep my eyes off him anymore, it's been like this for two years now and this year has been the worst so far.

i jolted up, feeling someone punch my shoulder.

"dave, stop staring at kurt, will you?" krist laughed teasingly. "what's going on, man? you're so out of it lately. hope it's not the alcohol!"

i narrow my eyes and look back at the bassist. "are you implying that i'm an alcoholic?"

krist shook his head with a weird expression. "no, dude. no need to get all defensive, jeez!" he laughed again, clearly drunk. "you've been staring at kurt a lot lately, wait, fuck— did i say lately? you've been like this ever since you joined."

i flinch and glare at the latter, somewhat gently elbowing his arm as a warning. "you're delusional."

"and you're in denial," krist grinned widely, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and leaning close, resting his head against mine and looking at kurt, and i followed his gaze hesitantly.

he was sitting on a couch on the other side of the room, actually fucking making out with his bastard of a boyfriend.

knowing kurt, he'd never be such a show-off, if you get what i'm saying. he must've taken something— or maybe he was just drunk.

or maybe....

"he's got a boyfriend, man," i sigh bitterly. "why would i even like him in the first place?"

"opposites attract!" krist replies nonchalantly in a sing-songy voice, a whiff of his alcohol perfumed breath hitting my face, almost making me cringe.

he let go of me and sunk down into the couch, finishing the rest of his beer before throwing the empty can out somewhere in the room. "relax, man. there's plenty o' fish in the sea," he yawned. "besides, you two are better off being friends. kurt's a mess when it comes to dating."

"a mess when it comes to dating," i repeat under my breath, my gaze sharp and wry as i caught myself staring at the pair. "i'll take your advice, i guess."

"that's the spirit, man!" krist cheered, patting my shoulder. "now, want a drink? you needa' relax."

i shake my head, putting my empty glass down on the coffee table in front of us, no longer able to stomach anything, really. "i'm good, thanks for the offer," i murmur, standing up and pulling a pack of cigarettes out of my jacket pocket, along with a lighter.

"where ya' goin?" krist arched a brow, i turn to glance at him.

"out," i reply quietly, yet loudly enough to be heard over the somewhat loud music. "i'll be back soon, don't stress yourself out too much."

krist hummed and looked away. "don't get killed out there! wouldn't want some big macho man beating your pretty ass up!"

i grinned, shaking my head in disbelief as i turned once again and walked out, taking the back door to the brick alley.

krist is like that sometimes. he'll get drunk and then he'll spew a bunch of nonsense, nothing out of the ordinary.

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umm lazy tingz

anyways this thing is set in 1992 and is in dave's pov unless said otherwise

goodbye