Beer Pong{modern!r.h. x reader}
A/N: more Racer boiii bc we all know how much i love that boi. based off a couple AUs and prompts i found.
Masterlist
AU: ‘Stuck at a boring party with my friends and the only interesting thing is the cute boy playing beer pong’ and ‘I don’t know if you noticed...but we’re in a party’
Requested: no
Warnings: drinking
Word Count: 917
You kept on scrolling through your phone, occasionally liking a picture. It was the beginning of the school year, your third year at college. And you were having no fun. Your best friend, (Y/F/N) dragged you along to one of the fraternity parties so you could be her designated driver after she was completely wasted. Fun.
To the left were some boys, chanting their frat house, jumping up and down like apes, and chugging from a keg. To the right was beer pong, one of your fortays at parties, but you had to stay sober for the night, so you continued to scroll through your phone.
“Albert, let’s go. If I win, you have to strip and run around campus.”
“Always classy, Higgins.”
You looked up at your phone to see two boys right next to you, watching the game. One with light brown hair, the other with dark, dark hair. You looked at the ping pong table to see who was competing.
On the side closest to you was a boy with fiery red hair. And the other...he was wow. He was most definitely taller than you, with curly blond hair and shining blue eyes. He wore a bandana over his forehead and was probably not that sober. But hey, that didn’t stop him from being cute.
You tried to distract yourself by looking at your phone, checking your SnapChat, Twitter, Instagram. You even went on Facebook. But that boy...you were distracted by him, that was for certain.
You watched as he bounced the ping pong ball with such precision, making it into the other boys cup. The other boy reluctantly drank whatever was in the cup, making a face as it went down. He then tossed the cup to the side. He was down to three cups, while the blonde boy had most of his cups in front of him.
You looked down at your phone again, continuing to check your social media. You wondered where (Y/F/N) was….probably somewhere around here, being the life of the party.
You peered over at the table. The blond had one more cup to get. Just one more-plop!
The crowd that surrounded them cheered as the red head shot down the drink and the blond was celebrated for winning. As girls all came up to them one by one, flirting with a him a little bit, he made eye contact with you. You quickly looked down, unlocking your phone and going through it, in order to make it seem like that did not happen, but it did, and there was no way to deny that.
“I’m sorry ladies. We’ll talk later, alright?” you heard a voice say.
Then somebody settled in right next to you. You looked over quickly to see the blond with a smile on his face….wow that smile.
“Hey, I don’t know if you noticed….but we’re at a party. So, let’s get you off your phone,” he swiped your phone from your hands. “And let’s get you drunk.”
“Can’t drink tonight. I’m the driver.”
“Alright. Well can I offer you a water, a soda?”
“Water is fine, thank you.”
You avoided eye contact with him. He still sat there, but he was quiet. You glanced at him and he was going through your phone.
“Hey give that back.” you lunged for your phone, and he moved back from you.
“Quite a delayed reaction. Plus I was putting my number in your phone. Hoping a pretty girl like you would take a chance on me.”
“This isn’t an ABBA song. And you’re drunk.”
“So what. I could be sober and still tell you that you’re the prettiest girl in the room.”
You felt your face flush a little bit.
“Ahahaha,” he laughed. “So, what do you say? Do you want to go on a date next Friday?”
“Um….” you faltered. “Sure, but only if you get me that water.”
“One water coming right up.”
He hopped up from his seat next to you and went inside the house. You wrung your hands together. You couldn’t stop fidgeting.
He quickly returned with a bottle of water.
“Here you go. Now about that date,”
He got closer, leaning towards you, puckering his lips. You put your hand up and pushed him back.
“I don’t kiss someone I just met. I don’t even know your name.”
“The names Racer. And you are still the prettiest girl here.”
“I’m (Y/N), and I need to find my friend. But,” you held out your hand for his phone, which he caught onto the signaling and pulled it out his pocket, than handed to you. “I’ll go on that date with you, if you remember all this once you’re sober.”
You typed in your number and handed it back to him.
“Bye Race,” you stood up, put a hand on his shoulder and quickly pecked his cheek, than walked off.
He continued to look at you, smiling, his heart a flutter. There’s no way he could forget you.
The next morning before classes, you ran into Race while heading to your classroom.
“Hey (Y/N),” he said.
“You remember. I’m impressed.”
“I wasn’t that drunk. I remember you, I remember you being the first thing I saw after winning beer pong, but feeling like I didn’t win anything until I talked to you...I remember that we’re going on a date next weekend. But how about I walk you to class?”
“Sounds good Racer.”
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