🥂 – a drunk kiss || HANS & ASHA, GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY DON'T WANT.
Hans hiccuped as he looked at Asha. He leaned in. “Why don’t we ever do something fun.” Asha raised an eyebrow. “We’re both sexy stags and stagettes,” Hans replied. The werewolf smirked. “Just one kiss. It wouldn’t hurt.” Asha rolled her eyes and smirked. Hans and Asha pulled each other in.
It was drunk, sloppy, and even out of place. It was a one-time thing. Hans leaned in and slipped his hands to her hips. Maybe it was meant to happen. Maybe they should be together maybe he could-
There was someone clearing their throat. Hans didn’t know who it was. Asha still went by his side. There was a small laugh.
“These are my mates Simon And Aster .” Hans frowned at that. In his drunken stupor, he thought he was finally going to be with her. Hans waved with a tight smile. The two mates raised their everybrows at him. “We should go.” one of them said. Asha wrapped her arms around both their shoulders. “You two should carry me.” Hans was about to volunteer when one of them did.
Eventually, Hans was left alone, drunk and wanting more.