Bowie [J.Cook]

Cook

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˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨︎ ✰ @JJJones ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

✎ᝰ┆Please Robin, it would mean the world to me if you came :(

fine, but only for an hour or two, k┆✎ᝰ

✎ᝰ┆Yes! I love you <3

whatever loser <3 ┆✎ᝰ

❛ ━━･❪ 🚬 ❫ ･━━ ❜

Fucking JJ. Guess i'm going to Cook's trash party after all.

I pull off my comfy clothes and replace them with something a little more sexy. It's lay afternoon, Mummy'll be too pissed to realize.

"Mum! I'm going out for a few hours." I call into the kitchen where she was sat nursing a glass of whiskey.

"Ba- Be back by ten, darling." She coughs out.

I set off on foot and reach the pub within 20 minutes, upon arrival I take a deep breath.

"It was an accident, I'm sorry!" A boy yells, running out of the pub, tripping over his feet along the way.

"Don't go in there, they're fucking mental." He exclaims over his shoulder as I enter the pub.

"What the fuck." Katie whines from a table near the front of the pub, my thinking exactly.

"I'm 17 today, so all bets are off. Do what the fuck you like. Flush your mates down the toilet. Eat grapes off each other. Smash speakers over your heads. If partying's a crime, who's gonna get arrested first? LET'S GO fucking MENTAL! Way hey hey hey hey! Party people!" Cook yells downing a pint before seeing me. "Yo, sexy lady!" He licks his lips before nearing me and pressing a sloppy kiss to my cheek.

"Hey, Cook." I sigh, wiping my cheek and then dragging the slobber down his tee.

"Robin, I didn't think you'd come, I'm glad you did though." I hear Freddie say from my right.

"Thank JJ, he's the one who convinced me."
I respond, smiling toward him.

We keep chatting, 30 minutes later we are all congregated around the table singing to Cook.

"Thanks man, thank you very much. What's next? Oh, yeah. More drinks! More drinks! More drinks! More drinks! More drinks! More drinks! Yeah?"