Night Out

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The cold of the night cooled your cheek through the glass of the Impala's window, while gentle raindrops tapped against it. You closed your eyes as you focused on not throwing up.

It'd been a crazy night in the bar, and now you were making your way back to the motel. Which was why Sam was driving you were in the passenger's seat and Ben was crammed between Mark and Alex in the back seat.

Despite the radio being off, someone kept on singing the tunes you'd heard at the bar.

"Shoulda stay, or shoulda gooo... dun dun dun dun, dun dun dun...." Sam sang completely off key, for the fifth time since you left the bar. "Darlin' you have got to lemme know," Mark dragged his syllables, and squirmed between the angel and archangel.

"Sam," Ben groaned, trying to keep him still.

"Don't make me tape your mouth shut," Mark warned earning a drunk giggle from you.

His golden eyes found yours in the reflection of the rearview mirror and you stared at each other for a long second. But then you quickly looked away when feeling a hot blush creeping on your cheeks.

You might've been drunk but not enough to forget the steamy, deep kiss you'd shared with Mark at the bar when no one was looking.

Pressing your face against the window once more you silently hoped there'd be a chance to talk about it. Preferably after a good night sleep breakfast and some coffee.

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