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Nate was drunk.
Really, really drunk.
It had started out as something fun, a little celebration to finally be at the legal age to drink. Damian was leaning back on his seat, swirling the liquid in his cup for a while before clinking his glass cup against Nate’s, triumphantly yelling a ‘Cheers!’. Just like that, they simultaneously downed the burning liquid.
Well, Damian had not expected it to taste so horribly bitter, nor had he expected it to leave a fiery sensation in his stomach afterwards. What he did expect, was the woozy feeling afterwards, which left his head spinning and slightly disoriented.
His first thought of it?
How the heck does anyone appreciate the taste of something like this??
The world around him passed by in a blur. The voices of people around the bar talking and laughing turned into nothing more than a muted buzz. The lights grew to have a halo of a bright light around them, where the more he blinked, the fuzzier it looked. There was this growing ache emerging from his head that felt like nails scratching upon a metal sheet, leaving an annoying ringing high pitched sound.
Collapsing against the velvet cushioned seat, Damian ran his hand through his hair, squinting his eyes closed. From under his arm, he peeked out at Nate who was sitting on his right.
Nate’s face looked red. Like the heavy alcoholic kind of red, the kind that was usually depicted in movies or comics to portray people who were madly drunk. His head swayed slightly, to the left, then to the right, all while his eyes were staring at his shoes. It was weird. By now, Damian was sure Nate would have at least said something, whether it was to complain about Damian dragging him out to drink or to comment about the drink’s repulsive taste. But Nate was deathly quiet.
“Nate? Are you okay?”
Damian asked, reaching his hand out to lightly tap on Nate’s shoulder. Muttering a string of incomprehensible words, Nate brushed Damian’s hand away, whilst shaking his head. Through the gibberish that spilled from his mouth, Damian could make out a few words between ‘I’m fine’ and ‘drunk not’, which were definitely false. Nate was far from being fine and drunk. Slinging one of Nate’s arms over his back, Damian took a staggering step up, heaving Nate up along with him too.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s enough for today. You’re completely knocked out, Nate. I’m calling a taxi to your place.”
“mnnnnghhhh nooooooo”
A small whine of protest came up from Nate as he was practically forced up onto his shaky feet. Grabbing Damian by the collar of his shirt, Nate let himself fall back onto the seat, pulling Damian back down as he did so. Damian found himself atop Nate, the only thing separating them being just his arms that were supporting him, preventing him from entirely falling onto Nate. From a distance as close as this, he could see Nate’s unfocused, half-open eyes, the tips of his mouth being upturned ever so slightly, likely pleased in his success of preventing Damian from bringing him away.
When did we get so close-?! was all Damian thought as he hurriedly scrambled off Nate, pushing himself to the other side of the seat. Looking back to make sure he does not accidentally hit the wall behind him, something jerked his head to look at Nate. Nate’s hands cradled Damian’s left lower jawbone, his fingers tracing along the back of it. As for Nate, he was now crouching above Damian, one of his hands practically pinning Damian against the wall. The light in the bar casted upon one side of Nate's face. Where his hair was usually neatly parted, it was now messier than usual with some getting in his eyes, his clear blue eyes now looked hazy and his face was slightly red from the effects of the drink. Nate's hand lightly brushed Damian's hair behind his ear, whispering with a sly smile, something along the lines of,
“Has anyone ever told you before how gorgeous you are?”
They always said that the things people say when they're drunk are always the brutal, honest truth. Before Damian could even start processing the words Nate had uttered, before he could try escaping from this peculiar predicament, before he could do anything at all, Nate acted faster than him.
Damian was met with the strong bitter alcoholic taste lingering on Nate's tongue, as Nate closed in on him, their tongues intertwining. Eyes widening in surprise, Damian quickly pushed Nate away, panting. He was breathless.
What even just happened…?
His fingers flew to his lips, and he spent a good moment just being stunned. He could feel his heart leaping in his chest, the excited ‘thump thump’ of it resonating throughout him.
Meanwhile, Nate looked entirely unbothered, a grin tugging from the side of his mouth. He dissolved into a fit of giggles, laughing for a short while until the laughs slowly stopped altogether.
Then his eyes rolled back as he fainted in a heap atop Damian.
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“I feel so horrible right now….”
Nate's voice grumbled over the phone. After drinking last night, he was met with the worst possible hangover the following morning that rendered him unable to walk far without being overcome by a headache.
“Well, I guess that's cause you can't handle alcoholic beverages that well,” Damian commented.
After all, the alcohol percentage did not seem particularly high, yet it was more than enough to get Nate into… that sort of state last night.
“Ah, right, I can't really recall the details of what happened after you tried to bring me back…I didn't do anything weird afterwards, did I…?”
For a moment, Damian's thoughts flashed back to the moment from last night, with Nate's lips meeting his, his face flushing red.
“Damian? You still there?” Nate's voice interrupted his train of thoughts.
“O- oh! Right. No, you didn't really do much, you did, however, pass out on the floor afterwards.”
A sigh on the other side can be heard.
“I figured. You know what, I'm never drinking again. This body was definitely not built for drinks.”
“I agree.”
was all Damian could say to that.
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