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28. “How drunk was I?” + Gus/Selene

Ohhh this was quite fun!! I haven’t written them before so thank you for giving me an excuse to try my hand at it. Also I haven’t written Selene in months so I hope I did her justice cause I love her. This takes place shortly after the first movie, when they’re still new to their relationship.

Gus/Selene - Random + #28 “How drunk was I?”

Gus isn't quite used to Selene yet. Of course he cares about her and they have a lot in common, but he's still getting to know her and she's a lot more extroverted than he is. She's constantly taking him by surprise, whether it be randomly showing up to his office with a bagged lunch or asking him out for a drink and then going bar crawling for three hours. The latter of which they did last night.

That's not to say he didn't have fun during any of these-- actually, it's the most fun he's had on dates in a long time-- but her spontaneous, extroverted nature always tends to throw him for a loop. Like with the bar crawl. He hadn't expected to do one that night but it was a blast, getting to party, dance, and drink all night with a gorgeous woman. He had remarked on a few occasions that he should've worn his fitness band to keep track of all his steps. (Though the repetition could be attributed to the fact that every time he said it, she'd roll her eyes in a goodnatured way and kiss him.) But it was fun-- though the end of the night is a bit fuzzy-- getting to be with Selene as they both got progressively more drunk. However, she did get drunk a lot faster than he did which is why he choose this morning to spend his time in the kitchen of her apartment, whipping up scrambled eggs and coffee.

He hears her footsteps approach and glances up, unable to keep his eyes from sweeping over her form, clad in the striped black and gray button-down he wore last night.

"Good morning," He greets, turning back to the stove.

Her response comes in a groan as she slumps into one of the kitchen chairs. 

Chuckling, he slides the eggs onto two plates and offers her one. "I had fun last night."

She mutters her thanks and then takes a long sip of the coffee he just handed her. "I think I had a little too much fun. How are you not hungover?"

"Oh I'm dying," He laughs, sitting in the chair next to her, "I just have this thing, Shawn calls it the 'mom friend override', where if someone I care about is hurt I suppress my pain and try to help them feel better. Well unless that person is Shawn, he's a baby so usually, I just let him whine it out depending on how bad it actually is."

She chuckles before taking a bite of eggs. "Well as much as I appreciate all of this-" She gestures with one hand to their breakfast, "I'm gonna have to ask you to knock it off and be in pain with me."

"Deal."

As he takes a sip of coffee, she turns to look at him, eyebrow raised. "How drunk was I last night anyway?"

He has to fight off another laugh as memories flood his brain. Her, challenging every customer that bought a whiskey to a dance off, her creating towers out of shot glasses, her getting progressively more handsy as the night went on.

 "Let's put it like this: you asked me if I was single," She bops her head to the side, as if deciding that that wasn't too bad, "And then cried when I said no."

Her eyes go wide and he’s pretty sure she’s blushing. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope, dead serious. It was quite flattering.” He barely hides his smirk behind another sip of coffee. “I had to spend quite a bit of time reassuring you that it was you who was dating me though.”

“I’m not gonna live this down am I?”

“Nope.”