Day 2 of the V-Day Fics. Prompt today was Bouquet. Read Day 1 Here. Now just enjoy the KryOhm :D
“Do you you need any help?” The voice startled Ryan, making his eyes along with the rest of him jump up to see who was speaking to him. It was such a casual and laid back voice, a huge contrast to the preppy tones he expected to hear. And the person matched the voice. Blue eyes and white blond hair with plenty of volume that had bits of natural brown trying to peak out. Blue and white tropical shirt along with white jeans and shoes to match.
“No, I’m good.” Ryan replied, scratching his head as he rose to meet the stranger. “I was just ... I’m being really indecisive about whether or not I should bring flowers on this blind date.”
“First one?” The guy asked, Ryan glancing at the shirt in an attempt to catch the name on his name tag. He didn’t see one unfortunately.
“Yeah. My friend Luke said it up. Said, ‘Be nice for your antisocial ass to get out of the house for once in your fucking life.’” The guy laughed, causing Ryan’s concentrated face to break into a smile. Maybe he could ditch the blind date for this guy.
“Maybe check the Tinder profile he created for you.”
“Wow. Love how highly you think of me.” The other man winked, giggling as he made his way behind the counter again. “But I don’t know if he’s allergic or if it’s a little too forward. Then again I don’t want to be that one guy who shows up to a date empty handed. But are flowers too much? I mean, what do you think?”
“Hey man, I really don’t care.” He sighed. “I’m getting off in a few.”
“Hey, man.” Another man pokes his head out the back room door, his words laced by a unique accent Ryan couldn’t quite place. “Swagger ran out of his weed. You got any up here?”
“Sure Fitz, give me a sec.” Ryan doesn’t pay much attention, the two cracking jokes and references the flew right over his head. He was still listening, as maybe this Fitz would drop the other guys name. “Here it is.”
“Alright. Thanks Kryoz.” The name took Ryan a second to process. He smirked a little, the username registering in his head almost immediately. He didn’t even need to check the screenshot Luke sent him. He just knew.
“You know what?” Ryan declared, loud enough to get the other man’s attention. “I think I will get a bouquet.”
“Okay. Which ones you want?”
“That depends. Which ones do you like?” The words’ implication seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
“The yellow and red ones are my favorite.” He answered seriously. Ryan frowned. Alright, Plan B.
“I’ll take those then. And hey, did you have any of those little tags to say who it’s from.”
“Yeah, we do. Hold on a sec while I get these ready for you.” Ryan waited patiently, glancing around the quaint little boutique. The profile said Kryoz, or John as that was his real name, was a vaper, avid CS:GO player, fashionable, and had a very laid back persona. He wondered how that kind of man was able to land a job dealing with prissy women all day.
“Earth to ... other person.” John snapped his fingers, drawing Ryan’s attention back to reality. “Who to?”
“John. That’s my dates name.”
“Figured as much. From?”
“Ohm. Short for Ohmwrecker.” Kryoz blinked, taking several long seconds to finally picking up on what Ryan was putting down. “John?”
“You couldn’t have given me twenty minutes to clean up?” Ryan laughed, John joining in quickly after. “Okay, Okay. I’ll have my coworker J-Toby take over. Wanted to call him John for a second there. Weird. Anyways, let me throw on something that I didn’t pull out of my closet haphazardly because I woke up 20 minutes before I had to be here. Okay?”
For the prompt thingy: 134. “Was I really that drunk?” - w/ Ohmtoonz
200 Writing Prompts
“Why did I wake up half naked with my neck sore from sleeping against the radiator?”
Luke turned from the bags of food to see Ryan stagger out from the hallway rubbing his next. He wore no pants (honestly the wrong half of his clothes he should be missing) and a plain gray shirt. His hair was disheveled, and large bags underneath his eyes. It was clear that he needed coffee before being briefed on last nights events.
“I have appraised the hungover Gods with McDonalds.” Luke joked, earning an expected glare from Ryan. “I’ve got Mc-Whatever-they’re-called with Bacon and Eggs, several hash browns, and pancakes for both of us.”
“Was I really that drunk last night?” It was an unspoken thing between the two roommates. If anything monumentally bad ever happened when one of them was drunk, pancakes or IHOP would be ordered to soften the blow. Both emotionally and physically when they slammed their head against the table in regret. It’s why one of the two always volunteered as designated driver.
“Just still down and let me explain.” Ryan sat down with his food, the hesitation on him clear as day. Luke sat down opposite him. “What do you remember?”
“Uh, last thing I remember clearly was … the tequila shots. Evan challenged me to several tequila shots. I had about three before stuff becomes fuzzy.”
“That’s good. Saves me a lot of breath. So, you and Evan had one more shot before he went to the bathroom, puked, and passed out.” Luke said, Ryan nodding in confirmation occasionally. “You then joined Craig and David in karaoke. I have video of you guys singing Brittney Spears and Meghan Trainer.”
“Oh god.”
“I’m not done. You then began mansplaining about some random bullshit thing that is wrong with Russia of all places, kissed Kryoz, then proceeded to flirt with the clearly straight bartender.”
“Wait, what did I do?”
“Flirt with the heterosexual male bartender?”
“No, before that.”
“Mansplaining about Russia?”
“Toonz!” Ryan shouted, pounding a fist on the table for emphasis. “I’m too hungover to deal with this shit right now.”
“Fine. You kissed Kryoz.” Ryan blinked, before his forehead fell straight into the stack of pancakes. “You okay, Ohmie?”
“I regret everything.” He muttered.
“On the bright side, John looked very into it from the video Mini recorded.
“There’s Evidence?! Kill me now, will you.” Ohm’s cell phone rang, but there was no visible reaction. He simply turned his head, still on the pancakes mind you, to face the source of noise. “Fuck you.”
Luke looked over at the caller ID. “It’s John.”
“Not now.” Luke picked up the phone, putting it on speaker for Ryan to also hear.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Luke. Is, um … is Ohm there?” Kryoz said on the other line. “I wanted to … maybe talk to him about what happened last night.”
“He can’t come to the phone right now as he is currently hungover face first into a stack of McDonald’s pancakes.” Laughing could be heard from the end, making Ohm want to groan if he wasn’t on speaker.
“That’s fine. Listen, just … understand that I know he was drunk last night. And while I may have had a little nicotine in my system from vaping, it certainly wasn’t enough to impair my judgement. Ohm probably doesn’t even remember …”
“You got a point here, Cyborg Gaytan?”
“I wanted to ask him if he actually felt that way or was it the alcohol talking. Because I feel that way too and I just …” John sounded as if he was choking on the other line.
“Hey man, I get it.” Luke interjected. “I’ll tell you called, Okay?”
“Yeah, Okay. Thanks Luke.”
“Anytime.” Luke hung up, and Ryan actually looked up from the pancakes. “See? Nothing to worry about.”
“Okay, Fine. You’re right. Now just to figure out how to get you and Satt together.”
“Ohm no.”
“Ohm yes.”
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I’m so sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless. I feel guilty because this has been sitting in my inbox for what felt like fucking ages. Hopefully I get the next one out before the new year, but no promises. 💜
