The Youtuber Inn

"He Smashed My Cocktail"

(Connor's POV)
10:20 pm

"So he just fucking left me to go 'bowling' with Marcus! And Marcus isn't even gay, he has a girlfriend!"
Troye yelled, tossing his pink cocktail behind him and ignoring the fact that he just poured it into someones brown spiraled hair. I held back laughter. Troye was so adorably messed up when he was drunk.

"A girlfriend who's currently grinding her ass against some random shirtless guy." I said, gesturing to Niomi who was doing just that. Not to mention Jenna was on the other side of him, mirroring Niomi.

Troye rolled his eyes. "It's so fucking stupid."
I let out a chuckle, and felt his skinny pale hand pull me away from the small squeaky bar stool.

"Let's go to our reserved spot!" He yelled, dragging me through the crowd with one sweaty fist in the air. I just kept laughing, instructing him on where to pull me because he had no idea what he was doing. We stopped at a tiny room with a thin glass door that had been labeled "Franta".

He closed the door, sitting me on the tiny velvet couch. The pounding sounds of Skrillex had been slightly muted, making it easier for us to speak to each other without having to scream.
I smiled at him. He was so incredibly drunk at the moment, it was adorable.

He plopped himself down next to me, wrapping his twig-like arm around my shoulder and leaning his head down with it.
"It's just hard to love someone this much, and then watch them be so focused on someone else. Someone you know your love isn't meant for. You know?" Troye muttered, closing his eyes and nuzzling up to me. I looked down at him.

"Yeah. I know." I sighed.
I know to damn well.
I rested my head on top of his, and we sat snuggled up to eachother for a couple moments, until a young guy who was gayer than Tyler Oakley and Frankie Grande combined lightly tapped on our glass.
He wore a long neon pink muscle tank that completely revealed his sides, paired with impressively short shorts and I was pretty positive he didn't bother to wear shoes. His hair was spiked up into a tall quiff and the ends were fluorescent pink. He flashed a smile of straight pearly whites and gestured for me to come dance with him.
If he had picked a better clothing choice, I had to admit, he was pretty cute.
I looked down at the sweet Troye who had passed out on my shoulder and gently set him down, being sure to lock the reserved space with my key card.
A little dancing with a stranger wouldn't hurt. That's what these clubs are for, right?

I quickly learned that the boy's name was Jonny, and apparently he was quite the fan of mine.
"When I saw your coming out video, I swear I thought I had died and gone to heaven!" He yelled at me. I chuckled. "Seriously I have had the biggest crush on you for as long I could remember. And now here I am meeting you in some shitty club. What are the odds?"
He played with his thin tank top strap and quickly looked me up and down, subtly biting his lip.
I'd never date him, but i had to admit, he was good.
The thin yet tan boy grabbed my hands and began to dance with me. I laughed, letting the guy have his fun. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a drunk Troye attempting to break through the glass walls of our private room.
I excused myself from Jonny and rushed over to Troye, unlocking the room.

"Bitch, why are you dancing with out me?" He slurred, closing his eyes longer than he should have. I giggled at him. Jonny walked over to me, gesturing for me to return to the dance floor. I held up 1 finger at him, indicating for him to wait a moment.
"Troye, I'm gonna go dance with my friend Jonny. If you also would like to come dance, you may."

"Oh I'm fucking dancing."
Troye pushed through me and the crowd, stumbling onto the dance floor and "dancing" to an almost impressively awful extent.
Jonny approached me again, grabbing each side of my jacket and biting his lip. He pushed me up against the glass door of my private room, now placing one hand by each side of my head. He grinned at me and chuckled, eyeing my face, my chest, my, well, you know.
His eyes finally met mine.

"I cannot believe I'm about to make out with Connor Franta." He intimated, his voice low and breath hot. I held my hand's out, attempting to push him away.

"Woah woah woah, who said that we were going to make out?" I stated, raising my eyebrows.

"God, you're just so damn cute."
He ignored my comment, leaning farther into me. I tried sliding away under his arm, but he stopped me. I was trapped.
And next thing I knew there was a tongue in my mouth that sure as hell wasn't mine.

As uncomfortable as I was, the boy was a damn good kisser. Well, aside from the blood.
I tasted salt and felt the boy quickly jerk away from me. My eyes shot open, revealing a bloody-lipped Jonny and Troye, who took a small sip of his cocktail and shrugged, not bothering to care for or realize what he had just done.

"What the fuck?" Jonny screamed. He grabbed Troye's glass and smashed it on the floor, stomping away. I stared at Troye in awe.

"He smashed my cocktail.."
Troye slurred.
"Troye why did you do that?" I asked in awe. He rolled his eyes.
"He was about to fucking rape you."

At that moment Troye Sivan could not have been more attractive. I wiped Jonny's misplaced blood off of my lips and smirked at Troye, eyeing him from head to toe. He had relaxed a bit after his cat nap but was still pretty drunk and sassy, which I loved.

"You're so hot when your drunk."
I covered my mouth with my hand immediately after the words slipped out. Shit. Did I actually say that out loud?

"You think I'm hot?" Troye asked, slightly tilting his head. His hand was still in positioned as if he were holding his cocktail. I blushed, feeling flustered and regretful. Then I remebered,
He's hammered. It's not like he'll remember this.

"Well, yeah." I smiled.
He smiled back.
"You ready to go back to the hotel?"
I asked, putting my hand on his back.

He looked around the busy club, glanced at his shattered glass that Jonny had smashed against the ground.

He looked back to me and chuckled. "Yeah."

(Lol gotcha no tronnor for you. So just imagine Jonny as Frankie Grande because I tried to find someone else to represent him but Frankie is too perfect Sorry for the crappy ending. As always comment vote and all that mua)