2. “How much did you drink?”
(I...well...I might have made this a little angsty)
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“Hey, Darky, can I borrow…” Anti forgot what he was going to ask for when he was slapped in the face with the smell of alcohol. “Dark?”
“Hello, Anti~” Dark giggled. Dark. Giggled.
“Fuck, man. How much did you drink?” Anti didn’t like seeing the empty bottles of liquor laying around Dark’s desk, even he couldn’t drink this much.
“Just some.” Dark leaned back in his chair, tie and blazer gone, half of the buttons on his shirt were undone and his hair was a fluffy mess.
“It looks like you’ve had enough for a bar.” Anti stepped over some of the fallen bottles. “You doing okay?”
“I’m great.” Dark smiled. “Come ‘ere.” Dark didn’t let Anti respond before grabbing both arms and pulling him down into his lap. “Hi.”
“You are absolutely trashed.” Anti took his arms back and knew he was blushing at least a bit. Something about sitting on Dark was a lot different than others.
“Your head isn’t loud when you drink.” Dark started walking fingers up Anti’s chest.
“And your head doesn’t think, either.” Anti caught Dark’s hand and lowered it.
“Doesn’t need to.” Dark’s other hand went to the back of Anti’s head and he lowered him into a kiss. Anti immediately moved away and scrambled off of Dark, heart racing and a painful feeling in his chest made him want to cry. “Are you okay?” Dark’s face told Anti he was genuinely concerned.
“You’re-You’re drunk. Don’t do this to me.” Anti sniffed. He wasn’t going to cry over this, he couldn’t. But everything inside of him wanted to. The countless number of times Anti has wanted to kiss Dark and this was how it was going to happen? With Dark drunk and not knowing what he was doing? Is that the only way he’d ever get close to him?
“Anti.” Dark tried to stand but he fell back down.
“Don’t get up unless you’re heading to the couch. I’ll go get you some water so you don’t hate yourself more in the morning after remembering that you kissed me.” Anti felt his own words stabbing at his heart.
“Anti,” Dark spoke again but stayed in his chair this time. “I won’t hate remembering this.”
“You’re desperate and a liar when you’re drunk, note taken.”
“Drunk actions are sober thoughts.”
“The fuck does that mean?” Anti watched as Dark sloppily reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a green string that had a slip knot on the end, a bracelet. “You still have that?” Anti walked over to the front of the desk. “I gave that to you as a joke months ago.”
“They call alcohol liquid courage.” Dark took the bracelet and slipped it on. “Sober Dark is going to hate me.” He added, giving Anti a soft smile. “Please don’t cry, I love seeing you happy.”
“Time for some water and bed, Dark.” Anti reached over the desk and glitched himself and Dark to his bedroom.
“Have to admit, not how I imagined you in my room.” Dark chuckled as he plopped himself down. “Fewer clothes, for the most part.”
“I didn’t hear that,” Anti said before glitching away and coming back with three bottles of water. “Drink these.” Anti dropped one on Dark’s chest and placed the others on the bedside table. “And stop talking, you don’t have a filter right now.”
“Can I get another kiss?”
“No.” Anti took the bottle and popped it into Dark’s mouth, glad to see it all going down smoothly.
“You’re crying again,” Dark said when he finished.
“I am?” Anti touched his face and felt tears. “I am.”
“I don’t think I can be left alone,” Dark said, downing a second bottle.
“Please.” Dark’s voice had changed and Anti could see some of ‘Sober Dark’ peeking through his eyes.
“Okay.” Anti went to the other side of the bed and laid down on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
“Goodnight.” Anti swallowed thickly, he knew he wasn’t going to sleep well regardless, might as well make sure Dark didn’t get sick.
The morning was going to be...interesting
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