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This chapter contains content that is strictly 16+ and requires viewer discretion.
It has mature themes that aren't holy at all, so be prepared. You have been warned.
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Starley's POV
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Desperately trying to figure out my surroundings in the darkened room after leaning onto this huge guy's back was something I couldn't really do, I was beyond wasted, and by the looks of him almost falling asleep while sitting up, even he was not in the best shape.
But nonetheless, I tried to get his attention by tapping his shoulder repeatedly and sitting on my knees to wrap my hands around his neck, but he was too busy rubbing his eyes and trying to read something on his phone, and I was running out of my patience because of it.
"Davy?" I asked hesitantly after tilting my planted chin on his shoulder blade, but he completely ignored me by checking his phone for something.
"Davy." I called out again in hopes of drawing his gaze towards me after I poked his cheek with a curious glint in my eyes. Yet still, he still didn't answer me.
"Are you mad at mee?" I questioned in a plea while making myself a backpack for his back by placing my legs around his hips, and my hands around his midriff to glue to him, but voila, still no response until a few seconds later.
"Not at all princess. Give me a second." He muttered in a tired manner, completely distracted by something in his mind while trying to focus on his phone.
I just shrugged at his words and allowed myself to rest my head behind his back, seeking his addicting warmth that I was practically getting used to now, as I didn't care whether I sounded like an absolute baby anymore. I just side hugged him like my life depended on it, waiting for his attention because I'm bored.
I'm such a brat when I'm drunk.
It appeared to be that he was texting something to someone really quickly, or at least trying to with the energy he had left inside him, and he had a snarl formed on his face, and my lips curled into a pout because of it.
"I like it when you smile more. Don't be angry." I mumbled with a happy grin.
"I'll keep that in mind." He muttered back again with a softer tone after becoming less rigid, but he still didn't change his expression, and that was concerning. I tried to take his phone away from him, and it did work after I yanked it from his hands. I took his phone and threw it on the bed.
