21. For dip n Pip
Maybe a livestream maybe going out for halloween maybe something else i just wanna read them drunk <3
Thank you for the prompt, anon! I kinda went in a diff direction than I think you were wanting, so if you hate this, send me an ask or another prompt and I'll do something different for ya <3
I went with them out for Halloween because I'm nothing if not a slut for Good Omens DNP.
"We're way too drunk for this."
Rating: T Word Count: 448
Phil rolls his eyes pointedly. "You're way too drunk for this."
Dan shakes his head, seemingly thinking better of it mid-movement because he stops abruptly and blinks hard a few times.
He has the gall to deny it again. "'M barely tipsy."
Phil purses his lips and nods good-naturedly. "Right, yes, of course, so I could do this..." He fiddles with the open collar of his shirt, under the guise of adjusting it, meanwhile pulling it down ever so slightly, letting his fingers trail down from his Adam's apple to the start of his chest hair. "And you'd be fine?"
Dan's eyes are zeroed in on the exposed patch of skin, his cheeks are already flushed from the alcohol, and Phil can see his rosy patch turning scarlet even in the low light of the bar.
Phil giggles, and he's definitely tipsy because it comes out high-pitched and airy.
"Yeah, yeah, it's, I'm good."
Phil smirks. "What did I say?"
"You... said..." Dan drawls, looking back and forth between Phil's exposed skin and his bright blue eyes in such an unsubtle way Phil wants to snort laugh, "that you want to get out of here, because we've got a lovely hotel room all to ourselves for the first time in weeks and you really miss my co-"
"Dan!"
Dan is giggling now, laughing really. So hard he's thrown himself back with the force of it, and Phil grabs the back of his barstool to counteract the sudden weight shift.
It only makes Dan laugh harder.
Phil loves the sound. Would put it to music if he had any talent with an instrument. Would play it on loop. Would blast it so loud their neighbors would complain. Would play it louder just to piss them off.
Dan smiles brightly, claps his hand on Phil's back, and says, "C'mon, Angel, let's get you another drink."
Phil mimes shock, placing the back of his hand artfully on his forehead. "Are you trying to tempt me, demon?"
"Always," Dan says, giggling and flashing him a terribly disjointed wink.
The drink Dan gets him is sweet. The look Dan gives Phil is hungry. And Phil loves him.
Phil loves him.
Phil tells him, when the sugar settles in the base of the empty glass, against his lips as he's backed up against the hotel room door, in the empty space between his quiet breathing as he sleeps.
Phil tells Dan he loves him.
