TW: Drinking alcohol, as stated prior to this.
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You think your hesitation was visible as you see the shot glass get a little nudge in your direction, and you turn to the source of the action. Your eyes meet those beautiful dark blue eyes that belong to the one and only William, he flashes a simple smile in your direction. You can’t help but accept the “invite”, disregarding that maybe you hit your limit already in fear of disappointing him. William’s smile is so flattering and you’d do anything to keep seeing it. Is that bad…?
In other news, your throat is used to the feeling of the alcohol and it settles in your stomach without issue. Your throat does feel raw somewhat and you feel a little dizzy from your previous shots, maybe that last one was a mistake…
You guess your reaction was visible or something because you hear Damien’s/Daryl’s voice, “Maybe you should slow down, Y/N.” He comments quietly, resting his hand on your shoulder as his look is full of concern whilst his eyes meet yours when you turn to him. You take a second before you nod, a little embarrassed that you had to be told to slow down.
“He can choose his own limits, you know?” William mumbles bitterly to Damien/Daryl, his words slightly slurred as he spoke. It was very obvious that the alcohol was getting to him as well which kind of worried you as you did not need to see a drunken bar fight. Especially between your boss, whom you may have feelings for, and your friend, who’s also your roommate. It just seems like a mossy… messy? Yeah messy, situation.
“Right. And pressuring him to drink definitely respects that limit.” Damien/Daryl mutters back as he crosses his arms at William with clearly dislike to William’s words, though it might just be William in general.
William stares at Damien/Daryl with a look that you can’t quite read all that well but you don’t think it’s good with what you can see. That suspicion is confirmed when William responds with, “There you go with the false news again.” William comments with obvious hatred in his tone of speech which scares you sort of. But you brush it off, not everyone gets along…
Damien/Daryl scoffs, “You think you’re so great, don’t you?” he asks, clearly not wanting an answer but trying to upset William but you don’t think it’ll work…
As expected, William laughs, “Yeah, I actually do. I mean, I know I am.” He agrees, he clearly liked that even if Damien/Daryl didn’t mean it as a compliment. But it doesn’t faze William, he’ll happily accept it which you can tell just pisses Damien/Daryl off more.
You can’t help but sigh with slight annoyance clear in your tone, these two just seem to never get along at all, do they? They both act like children fighting in junior high/middle school and you should probably ease the tension before they fight like junior high/middle school students. You quickly stand up onto your feet from the stool, getting your black coat you had taken off prior when you and William were talking previously. Both of them quiet down at your sudden rise, it takes a lot of what you could call liquid courage to speak.
“Okay, you two. How about I just take Damien/Daryl home?” You ask with a tired tone as you feel a sting in your forehead, you felt fairly physically tired now that you got up. You feel weak. Is it from the alcohol..?
Neither of them respond for a second as if waiting for the other to say something disagreeing with you but it never happens as Damien/Daryl gets off the chair slowly. You sigh again but more in relief that they’re not going to continue, though that relief quickly fades when you get another sting in your head. It’s a painful and pulsating sharp pain in both of your temples but you try to ignore it which doesn’t do much.
“You okay…?” Damien/Daryl asks with clear concern in both his voice and expression as he pats you on your shoulder softly. You feel fairly weak for having this reaction to the first time you have drunk but try to push that emotion away.
You nod slowly, pushing the attritional pain away as you sort of just want to pass out so you probably were going to head home either way. But you’re much happier to take Damien/Daryl away from the drama that he and William obviously can’t leave alone. Plus knowing your friend cares about you is nice, you never did have friends growing up. Though Damien/Daryl is more or less your sister’s friend and you don’t know if he only cares about you because he has to… Ugh these impulsive and intrusive thoughts, they’re really acting up right now…
You shove your thoughts aside as you look to William and Henry, giving a slight wave, “I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow?” You question, you expected a yes obviously but still felt the need to acknowledge it.
Henry just nods as he seems to be busy with his own thoughts but still made an effort to let you know he heard you. William, on the other hand, gets off his stool, walking up to you which confuses you slightly but you don’t react all too much. You’re caught off guard by a small chaste kiss on your lips, you can’t help but blush at the sudden display of affection.
Your face feels warmer than it should be, you blame it on the alcohol as you struggle to form words. “B…Bye.” You mumble softly as you dart your eyes away, you’re still not used to how he’s taken the once private actions to more public. Though it is fairly flattering to feel that he’s not embarrassed or anything, you could never get that comfortable in your sexuality.
“See you tomorrow, darling…” William whispers with a flirtatious tone and his accent sounds stronger than normal. It just accentuates his attractiveness in a way, his accent was just very inviting and sexy already so it was just increased.
With that, he turns around and goes back to his seat as you also turn around as you still struggle to control your blush. You and Damien/Daryl head to the exit, he doesn’t say anything but you don’t know if you would have paid attention. Your weak feeling has gotten worse as well as that killer headache only striking your body which you think is even more clear at this point. Damien/Daryl pulls you a little closer so you can lean on him which makes you barely realize that you were stumbling. You really can’t handle your alcohol…
. (Trying something new, while it will not be a POV switch completely. For the remainder of the chapter, it will be focused on William and Henry! Still 2nd person.)
Henry sighs as soon as you leave as he turns to William, a frown on his face as he looks at the obnoxious flirt sitting a couple of stools away from him. He was very much unimpressed with him which William obviously notices but doesn’t comment on it right away as he orders a couple more shots. Henry, having known William for quite a while, doesn’t say anything about what happened but doesn’t seem to be happy with any part of it.
“You know, you could be more supportive right?” William comments, a slight joking tone in his voice as he says that making it clear he wasn’t being all too serious. Though Henry didn’t quite catch it.
Henry’s confusion is clear on his face and voice as he asks, “Excuse me? What do you mean?” he questions as he raises an eyebrow at William while he shifts in his seat.
“I mean, when was the last time you’ve seen me in love,” William states as if it was obvious, a weird grin on William’s face as he spoke with a tone that Henry didn’t quite like all too much.
“Love? Is that what you call it, Will?” Henry asks in a tone that came off as one of disbelief which kind of upsets William which was visible.
William made that emotion audible when he speaks, “Well, what would you call it? Henry.” He asks in return while taking another shot once he finishes his question.
Henry ponders for a second before he shrugs, “Not love, that’s what.” He mumbles as he follows and takes a shot as well to try and ease his own nerves.
William huffs in slight annoyance, “Okay, Mr. Smart Guy, since you’re the love expert. Why are you divorced?” William questions in a fairly blunt tone super suddenly with zero to no hesitation.
Henry is caught off guard by that question which was more of a poke at Henry’s insecurity, furrowing his eyebrows at William as he glares at him. “Fuck off, Afton.” Henry mutters annoyed as he turns his dark brown eyes away from William, he wanted to say something but he decided against it.
“It was a joke, geez.” William states fairly loudly, holding his hands up defensively as a smirk forms on his face from Henry’s reaction. He enjoyed the reactions he could get from Henry from doing some things that he’d considered fairly small and childish.
Henry rolls his eyes, letting it pass as he’d rather not have a fight with William, with anyone else? Sure. But not William for… unspoken reasons. He brushes it off and brings up another subject to try to lead the conversation elsewhere. “Hey, where did you get the chicken idea?” Henry asks with genuine confusion as he had obviously not heard about this idea as you had just given it to William that same day.
“Oh, Chica? Y/N actually gave me it.” William replies, his smirk turning into a smile now instead as the two of them leave the last topic.
“He did…?” Henry says in an utterly confused tone, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow as he responds in return as he turns to William.
“Mhm,” William hums in agreement as a “yeah”, resting his head on his palm when he did so simply. He fixes the cuff of his sleeves using his freehand while he felt fairly bored and tipsy now. He’d probably need help getting home, much to Henry’s misfortune.
Henry takes a couple of seconds to reply as he thought about it for a second, “Huh alright…” he aimlessly responds, staring down at the wood counter lined with swirls and random carvings. He’s been on this stool multiple times with William yet today just felt different for him in a way and he didn’t really like it.
“Hey Henry,” William calls out suddenly which instantly gets Henry to look in his direction, confused to the very brim at the sudden request for his attention.
“What?” Henry questions, very much genuinely asking as he had no idea what William had to say so he was filled with confusion.
“Do you think we could close the diner this Wednesday?…”
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