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𝟑𝟒. 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐞𝐠𝐨

This chapter is dedicated to poutybabes ... are you ready? HEHEHEH Also, how are you all? I've missed youuu <33 

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"There he is!" Ashton praised as Luke stepped into the living room in grey sweatpants and a black undershirt. The dirty blond had hustled straight to his room to change once they arrived at the apartment, eager to rid himself of the sticky material. All in all, it took him twenty minutes to emerge because he took a shower in order to wash off the remnants of the spilled drink from his legs and...crotch.

Twenty minutes was all it took for Alina to be closing her eyes and swinging her hips back and forth while singing "Never Gonna Give You Up." Whipping around once hearing the black-haired man — Ashton had recently died his hair, to Ariana's delight — the 5'3 stopped her dancing and placed her red solo cup down on the counter, rushing over to Luke.

Accepting her with open arms, the tall man let out an "oomph" as she barreled into him before resting her chin against his chest as she looked up to mumble adoringly, "Hi."

Luke peered down at Alina with a soft smile, wrapping his arms around her short frame. It was moments like these when he realized how much she had changed him for the better. For so long during his past relationships, especially the one with Tara, he couldn't let himself relax, let himself be truly himself. With a laugh, the dirty blond whispered, "Hi, sweetheart. I thought you swore to never to get drunk in my apartment?"

"Did I say that?" Alina tilted her head to the side while squinting her glassy eyes as if she were trying hard to remember.

Nodding his head, the tall man hummed amusedly, "Mhmm. Something about how you'd embarrass yourself when you're drunk." Not like she hasn't done that before, he thought of how she'd asked for a blowjob...shot, kissed his cheek, sang and danced to "Only Angel," fallen on the floor, made friends with a stranger, and called him kinky while being given a piggyback all on one night.

"D-Drank? I'm not drank," Alina insisted unconvincingly. "I did have a drink. I drunk the drink," the girl added with a mixture of a hiccup and a giggle.

What a fucking lightweight. How much did she drink? "Uh huh. That you did, baby," Luke rubbed her back soothingly as he gave in and let her have her inarticulate assertion.

Releasing her arms from him, she found his right hand and began to pull him after her, "Sit, sit. We're about to play spin the bottleee."

"Oh fuck," he mumbled, grabbing a bottle of beer from the counter as she dragged him towards the circle of people on the floor. The dirty blond figured that he might as well have a slight buzz before getting into such an activity.

Sitting next to Michael with his legs bent towards his chest and his arms crossing over his knees, Luke turned to his friend when Alina starting chatting animatedly with Nina next to her about some Nadya. Right as he opened his mouth to speak, the tall man caught red nail polish on the blond's nails. Michael's green eyes, in turn, widened when Luke's black nails popped against the transparent yellow beer bottle.

"'Big Dick Energy,'" the two men sighed in sync, recognizing what the other must have gone through as well.

"Alright, I voluntell Alina to go first!" Calum shouted, interrupting the boys' empathetic frowns towards each other. The dark-haired man handed her the bottle he had just finished off with a grin.

Placing the bottle on the floor before giving it a spin, the group watched with breaths held as it landed on the tall blonde girl. Alina wiggled her eyebrows suggestively as she started shuffling on her bum towards Ariana. "C'MERE MOMMY LONGS LEGS!" The girl laughed, reaching her arms out while her friend rolled her bright green eyes.