x Reader (Mature)

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When you finally ended up in front of your bedroom door, the corridor was almost completely dark apart from the light of the moon coming through the window at the far end. 

You were slightly tipsy, and almost completely exhausted.

After dinner, Giuseppe had suggested a glass of wine over a friendly game of cards to the group, and you obliged willingly, happy for the opportunity to have a bit of fun in an almost 'family' setting that you had been missing for the past week. 

Ah god, you wondered what your parents were thinking back at home. Probably worrying. Probably scared that you weren't to be trusted alone. 

It felt so good to be away from them.
Obviously you loved them, but come on, leaving the nest was inevitable. 

The game of cards had started off friendly. Everyone politely putting cards down, and modestly trying to win. 

However as the wine kept being poured, Piero's aggressiveness became more evident, and your own competitiveness came out almost at the snap of your fingers. Before long, Giuseppe was laughing deeply at the argument between you two over who had cheated and who hadn't. 

"You've clearly pulled that card from your sleeve." You accused, poking Piero's arm and angrily pursing your lips. He grinned in response and leaned back in satisfaction, feeling ahead in the game. 

Elena, who had complained of being old and tired at the beginning of the game, transformed completely and cackled darkly like you had never see her do before, as she put down the final card that signalled her win. Her cocky face shone in the light of the candles that had been lit to allow you to play well through the setting of the sun. 

"You need to be more ruthless in the game." She smirked, collecting the cards as Piero shouted out accusatory words of cheating at her, and Giuseppe also cried out in disbelief. It was shocking to think that she hadn't even drank anything, and this was the change that had occurred in her. 

You laughed out loud, holding the almost empty bottle of wine to your lips. 

These people were full of surprises. You loved the warm atmosphere.

When you tipped the wine bottle upwards to get the last drip of wine, your eyes caught onto the darkness and the swaying trees outside of the window, and the tiredness hit you instantly. 

God it was late. 

And you had another day of looking around for jobs tomorrow.

It was evident that all your energy had been spent on laughing and shouting. 

"Gracie a tutti." You sighed, a tired smile still playing on your lips, as you stumbled slightly to get up. "Buonanotte." 

"Ah Buonanotte." Giuseppe smiled, breaking off from his heated conversation with Piero on how the trick to winning the game was actually thinking 3 steps ahead, also looking very tired. You nodded at the other two, before spinning around with half open eyes, walking out and making your way up the stairs on all fours for stability. 

This was your peak, for sure. 

When you found yourself in front of your door, it was as if you sobered up for a moment, glancing at the door next to yours. You remembered the existence of the 5th member of the house. 

You wondered whether he was asleep, or whether he had heard all the laughing from downstairs and felt left out. 

You scoffed at your own thoughts. 

The man who hadn't bothered to speak during dinner was supposed to feel left out? Not likely. 

The alcohol hitting you again, you felt the strong need to pee which haltered your thoughts about your next door neighbour. This was a foreseeable need, and you fumbled around at the handle of your door, before stumbling inside, letting it swing shut after you. 

The door to the bathroom was next to the shelving unit that you had stuffed your clothes and underwear into, and you bumped into it gently at you made your way, swearing loudly through your teeth, already crossing your legs in desperation. 

Finally, you got into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet straight away, sitting in the darkness and silence. 

There was no window in the bathroom, since it was between your room, and the room next to yours. There were two doors in the bathroom; one leading to your room and the other leading to next door. Not that that door had been opened in the past week. 

Hadn't been open in a week...

It was probably the wine that created the mischievous urge in you to open the door and have a peek.