(ask u for cc prompts cuz ur the very best) aleks with literally anyone? doing anything? u decide!
“i lost my asshole friends in this club and im kinda drunk and youre kinda gorgeous” au with aleks and brett
Brett hates bars like this. Flashing neon lights, too many scantily clad people trying to touch him--it wasn’t his choice, it was his fucking friend’s birthday and he insisted. He can’t say no, especially if drinks are on him.
But now, now, he’s drunk out of his mind, in the middle of a crowd of disgustingly sweaty people, with his friends nowhere to be found. It’s close to two in the morning, he wouldn’t be surprised if they just left him, but he’s fuming with anger and he bumps into too many people on his way out and toward a stool at the bar.
“You alright dude?” Brett looks up from glaring angrily into his empty cup to see a guy giving him an amused smile, sitting next to him and nursing his own drink.
“I think my friends left me, the assholes,” Brett laughs, and he can’t bring himself to care that he’s blatantly checking this guy out. He should care, especially because he spends way too long looking at his arms and the tattoos covering them, trying to make his brain stop swimming so he can admire them--
“Here, let me help you out of here,” he says, setting his glass down and pulling out his phone.
“You don’t have to, I can handle it.” Brett can’t handle it.
“You can’t handle it.”
The guy takes Brett’s hand and guides him out (and gives him a great view as they walk), and once they stumble outside, Aleks asks where he lives so he can order the car.
“Shouldn’t you ask a guy’s name first?” Brett slurs, flashing a dopey smile at the guy, who chuckles and doesn’t look up from his phone.
“Fine. I’m Aleks, and you are...?”
“Brett.”
Aleks fights with Brett about going with him, and Brett knows he should just take the help, he hasn’t been this drunk in...God knows how long and he wouldn’t mind spending time with his gorgeous savior. But it’s a drunken pride thing (that Aleks ends up winning).
“Before you go,” Brett says, struggling with his door and smiling at Aleks’ laughter, “I should pay you back for the Uber.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Brett turns to look at him, and this time Aleks is the one to give Brett the once-over.
“But I want to thank you when I’m sober.”
Aleks looks at him for a few seconds, before sighing and pulling out his phone again, and it takes Brett a few seconds to get it and tell him his phone number.
“I’ll see you around?”
“Maybe,” Aleks chuckles, patting Brett on the shoulder, “text me when you’re not too hungover.”
