Simon's Librarian Boy (A SnowBaz Fanfic)

Party Rockers Part. 2

Summary: Baz, Dev and Niall go out and get pretty drunk. Baz loses a shoe? Dev and Niall, what you guys up too? ;)

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Baz

I pick up Dev and Niall at 8:00 sharp. Dev is dressed like he's ready to go to a gay strip club, he does every time we go out, the confidant gay arse. Niall is dressed like Niall; black steel-toed boots, black ripped jeans with a chain, white t-shirt, black bomber jacket with gold fabric on the inside, and one earing in. He so emo. He was even like this when we were kids. He's allways been Fiona's favorite beside me. 

Dev slams the car door shut. I glare at him when he's seated and he shrugs. I decide to let it go, after all, it is our night and I don't want to be the one to fuck it up. 

I get to the pub at 8:25 and park the Audi A6 2 blocks down just incase some plastered prick decides to drive my car away in the middle of the night. Niall grabs Dev's hand and my cousin's whole face turns crimson. I pretend not to notice and walk into the pub. The air is warm when I step inside and it reeks of beer and puke. I make my way over to the bar, squeezing myself in between dancers that are scattered. I sit at a barstool and order a scotch. To my surprise, Dev and Niall come and sit beside me, ordering their drinks. We all down our liquor and I order us a second. We are going to get so wasted tonight.

Dev swoons and Niall catches him, just before he falls off his chair. Dev could never hold his  liquor after the third round when we were in highschool; he still can't, even after all these years. Niall offers a smile to Dev and Dev almost falls again. I laugh under my breath, but it's more of a giggle because of the scotch in my system. I order another round and down it. I order two more. Dev and Niall down their thrid drink while I'm on my fifth. 

"WOOOOHOOO!" Dev yells in my ear. I shove him into Niall, who gladly lets him crash into his arms. Dev grins and pushes himself up, off Niall. Niall's face contorts with confusion.Dev grabs his hands and pulls him up, leading him onto the dance floor. Niall's face brightens and throws his arms up in the air, spilling the beer he ordered all over the person behind him. Dev laughs, grabbing Niall's hips. They are defiately going to end up snoging. 

I turn away, my eye catching a glance of bronze. I whip my head toward the bloke, sighing of relief that it isn't Snow. I turn my back from everyone then and order a tall ale. Simon Snow. Penelope' right; I do like him. Fuck, I love him. How could I not? He's incredibly handsome. He has moles scattered among his face and hands. I noticed them when I first met him at the library. His blue eyes were staring me down, and Crowley, it was hot. His hair is the best and worst thing I have ever seen in my shitty, vampirey life. He was raking his hand through it when I met him, it was obvious that he was distressed. If he keeps it up, he'll pull all his curls out. I wonder if he uses hair products or just leaves it. I imagine my hand reaching up to stop him tugging at his hair, and pushing my own hand into it. I imagine it being soft and curly and- Fuck me. Fuck my feelings! I'm never going to be with Snow. No matter what Bunce says. Why can't I just be fucking straight? Surely then my father would be a little it happier for me. I finish my ale and order yet another scotch (because it takes alot to get a vampire drunk for Crowley's sake).

Niall

Dev is dancing with me. And it's fucking hot. Our bodies are pressed up against eachother in this crowded pub and he's using it as an excuse for grinding on me. And shit, thats hot too. Dev is cute today. His face is flushed down to his neck and he keeps laughing, throwing his head back, moving his shoulders. His pink crop top is blinding and his jeans are tight all around. His jacket is hanging off his shoulders the chain around his neck keeps smacking my chest. He's stupidly brave to have a rainbow on his neck. I think about kissing it. He's smiling at me, pushing close to me even thoguht there is no more space between us other than our shoulders and up. I see the frosted tips of my hair reaching down for him. I sling my arm around his neck and he beams at me. I just want to kiss him.