Distorted Smoke X Mute Rainbow Six Siege Fanfiction

Chapter Two: Alcohol and Feelings

After work Mark and James start heading for the parking complex. It was already dark and starting to get chilly.

"So... What's the plan," mark asked James.

"I was thinking about taking you to a kick-ass alternative pub I know," James answered with a stupid smile on his face.

"Maybe we can pick up some chicks."

"Maybe."

They both laughed awkwardly, knowing full well that was not a preferred outcome.

If you only knew, Mark thought to himself.

Mark and James arrived at James Car, a 1998 BMW 3 Sport.

Of course, he has a better car than me, Mark thought. James notices Mark staring at his car.

"So, you like my car, eh."

"Sure I do, it's way better than my shitty Honda."

"Hey, Honda's are not bad, with the right touch you can make any car fast." James went on to explain the details of his car. "It's supercharged 22psi making roughly 420 in horsepower, it has new clutch pads..."

Mark zoned out because he's not a car guy, you might as well be talking gibberish.

"...and upgraded suspension."

"So what you're saying is it goes fast."

"It halls balls."

"You got to show me sometime."

"Definitely, anyways ill text you the address of the bar.

"It's a date."

They share an awkward laugh as Mark heads for his car.

After a few attempts, Mark managed to start his car. On the way home, his favorite song plays on the radio. He couldn't help singing obnoxiously loud.

Mark lit his cigarette and thought to himself. I hope I don't fuck this up, it's just a few drinks with my only friend. Don't be weird. Don't drink too much, And for the love of God, don't hit on your best friend.

Mark arrived at the apartment complex to get ready to go drinking with James; meanwhile, James was tearing out his closet, trying to pick something to wear.

James's flat was decently sized and very rustic. High ceilings and exposed fixtures. Concert posters line the wall, and everything was neat and tidy.

He had a hard time picking something out but settled on a plain white t-shirt, a leather jacket, and black jeans.

You know Mark really needs to get laid, he's so uptight. I swear to God that man never sleeps because he's working on that stupid Jammer.

James continues to get ready. He takes a quick shower and fixes his hair in the mirror. James heads for the door.

On my way, James texted Mark.

K, just got out of the shower be there in a bit.

Don't make me start without you. 😜🍻

I won't.

Mark puts his phone down butt ass naked pacing around in his apartment.

Don't fuck up, Don't fuck up, Don't fuck up...

He heads over to the medicine cabinet in his bathroom and takes his anti-anxiety medication. Unintentionally ignoring the warnings against using it with alcohol.