A collection of oneshots and drabbles based on the wonderful game Detroit: Become Human
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Flashing lights, booming music, so many people. This was supposed to be fun. This night was supposed to be nice, but instead you found yourself staring off into space, a headache throbbing behind your eyes, panic blooming inside of your chest. There was too much going on, and Gavin wasn't even anywhere to be seen. He was the one who had insisted coming to this stupid party. It was Tina's birthday- you liked the girl, and she was Gavin's best friend, so you completely understood his eagerness to come, but you wished he would have warned you that the party was going to be packed. You held a red solo cup in your hands, and tried to focus on it instead. Inside, a cola drink swirled, rippling alongside the music that physically shook the building around you. The cup reminded you of days as a kid, no more than 21 or 22 years old in the Police Academy. That's where the two of you had first met, and you'd fallen in love with one another and stuck at each others sides ever since. Your friends in the academy had been able to throw one hell of a party. It seems like those skills are still with them today.
"Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?" a feminine voice finally caught your attention, and you recognized it immediately as Tina's. Your head snapped up toy face her, and you blinked a time or two to try and refocus yourself. Tina was smiling, a radiant expression. She was positively glowing with glee, and you envied her for being an extrovert. "I asked if you wanted another drink."
"O-Oh-" you say, and you want to speak more but it feels as if your throat is closing up and your vision is tunneling. The sound of the music hitting against your eardrums and the movement of both the people and the lights was brought once more back to your attention. You had been so peacefully spacing out that it had felt as if you were back in the old days, studying late into the night with Gavin at your side. You were spacing out again. With a shake of your head as your only reply, Tina's eyes glow with concern.
"You okay?" she asks, and once again you simply nod. She doesn't seem to believe your actions. Despite not being a detective herself, she would be a great one, with an acute ability to read people like books. "Do you want me to go get Gavin? I think he's with Chris and Rob." as much as you want his arms around you, you shake your head, reluctant to ruin his fun. It's been a long while since he's been in a social setting like this, and the guilt you feel at the though thought of taking that away is much too strong. Tina sighs, and pats you gently on the back. "You should come join us. We're closer to the doors- Come find me if you change your mind." With that, the officer strolled away, back towards her group of buddies and leaving you to drown in the sounds and the sights and the feeling of being crushed alive or suffocated. This was all too much. A fleeting thought hovered in front of your mind, and you momentarily considered leaving without Gavin before you crushed the idea like a bug. If anything would ruin Gavin's night, it would be him looking for you only to discover that you'd ditched him. A particularly rowdy couple you didn't recognize were headed in your direction, a girl wearing tall high-heels and a man who was too drunk for his own good. You tried to lose yourself back in the cup, the calm, quiet memories, and you almost had. You would have been successful if the girl hadn't tripped over her own two feet and gone slamming into you, crushing the cup between you and her and spilling the cola all down your front.
