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gallaghersgal · 10 months

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hi! i'd like to request college!lip x shy college student

thank you <3

birthday girl || lip gallagher

lip gallagher x shy!reader

warnings: none!! just a bunch of fluff

a/n: lil rushed at the end but hey, i was getting sleepy ✋🏻✋🏻 thank you sm for requesting !! also im so sorry i think the reader turned out less shy than intended

xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx

there was a boy named phillip gallagher in your intro to statistics class who sat next to you at every lecture. he didn’t speak to you often, sometimes asking for a pen or for you to check his work, but you enjoyed his presence. he smelled like cologne and cigarettes, and secretly you very much enjoyed watching the muscles in his arms flex as he furiously scribbled down the examples and formulas your professor was lecturing about. but of course, he didn’t need to know that.

you noticed a lot about him, picking up little things here and there over the semester. he was from southside chicago, here on a prestigious academic scholarship. he had a sister named fiona, and a handful of other siblings too. and he was crazy smart. he constantly had the correct answer to your professors sample problems, even if he didn’t always offer it up to the class.

you had a tiny, growing crush on him. of course you would never tell him that. on the rare occasion you saw him outside of class, you could tell he was the life of the party. you could tell some days when he came to class that he was violently hungover, clutching an energy drink and talking to one of the boys in the row behind you about the previous nights activities.

you on the other hand preferred to stay at home, have a night in with your cat, a good book, and a glass of wine. parties, bars, they really weren’t your scene.

that’s why you felt so out of place in the bustling club your roommate had dragged you to for your birthday. you pulled at the edge of the hot pink dress she had lent you for the night, insisting you wear something sexier than the jeans and top you had originally picked. she wasn’t wrong about the dress, you looked gorgeous in it, but between the skirt riding up every few minutes and the way the crowd was bumping you around, you were ready to get out of there.

you texted your roommate that you were going for another drink and a breather, then started pushing through the crowd on the dance floor.

you were nearly to the edge when you saw him. pretty blue eyes lighting up as he waves. a plain black tank top clings to his chest, and he mouths your name with a grin.

“fancy seein’ you here!” he shouts over the thrum of the club, long strides carrying him straight across the smooth tile to your side. his arm slips around your waist as he leans in so you can hear him better. “wha’s the occasion?”

he smells like cologne and cigarettes, and you have to remind your heart it’s bad to beat so quickly. “it’s my birthday,” you reply. “my roommate and some friends drug me out. i was just going for another drink and a breather.”

"happy birthday!" he beams. "c'mon, i'm buyin'. can't let the birthday girl pay for her own drinks now can i?"

you're grateful for the dim light because his words have you blushing like mad. he takes your hand and leads you to the bar, letting you order and getting a vodka redbull for himself, plus two shots of your favorite rum.

the shot goes down easy, adding to the warm tipsy feeling that's spreading throughout your body. you're about to sit down on one of the barstools but before you know what's happening he's pulling at your hand again.

"where are we going!?" you shout.

a smirk forms on his lips that you just want to kiss off. "jus" trust me!"

"how can i trust a guy i barely know!" you reply, giggling as the two of you weave through the dance floor. "you never even told me your name."

"aw cut the shit, i know ya know my name sweetheart. playin' dumb ain't gonna work with me." he shoots you a cheesy grin as the two of you make it through to the other side of the dance floor. "but, if you're dyin' to know, everyone calls me lip."

“lip!” you say with a breathless laugh as you approach the man standing in front of the stairs to the VIP section.

“mike!” lip shouts, clapping the man on the shoulder. “my man, how ya been huh?”

you stick close to lip’s side, hand still clinging to his. your free hand lands instinctively on his bicep. he turns to you for a second with a small, dazzling smile, then begins to dig in his pocket.

“hey so, ‘s this pretty girl’s birthday,” he smooth talks with ease, drawing two blunts from his pocket and offering them up to mike. “why dontcha let us up yeah?”

mike chuckles, taking lip’a bribe and sticking it in his pocket. “jeez gallagher, go on.” then turns to you, “enjoy your birthday beautiful, if this goof fucks it up i get off in an hour.”

you blush furiously, ducking your head after a quick “thanks” to mike, hurrying up the stairs behind lip.

he leads you through a glass door out onto a small balcony. the smell of weed and cigarettes drifts to you on the warm breeze, nervous goosebumps dissolving as you take a sip of your cocktail. you stand at the railing and look down on the city street.

one strong hand settles on your waist again, and you shiver. he’s so close to you, you can barely breathe.

“lip this is-“

“you are so beautiful.”

it’s like all of chicago pauses. all you can see is those pretty blue eyes before you duck your head, unable to take such an open and honest compliment.

“hey, hey,” you can hear that shit eating grin through his words. “‘m sorry if that was too forward. but c’mon, look at me pretty girl.” his hand rests under your chin, pulling lightly for you to look at him. you don’t know if it’s the alcohol helping you along, or the soft gravitational pull he radiates, but you bring your eyes to meet his.

“you’re sweet,” you say, all quiet and breathless under the weight of his stare. he’s like a rip current, pulling you away from the familiar discomfort that often holds you, tearing into his uninhibited world for a moment.

“‘m sweet t’ya cause you deserve it, honest.” he holds up his hand in mock defeat, then brings it softly on your cheek. “pink looks real good on ya. fuckin’ breathtaking.”

“jesus lip,” you say with a soft laugh. “you’re one hell of a sweet talker.”

he’s inches from you, close enough that you see his features in detail. you admire his features from the slope of his nose to the soft, pink curve of his lips.

“how’d you get that scar?” you ask, referring to the small mark on his chin. with one timid hand you reach out. your thumb brushes over the skin, and now it’s lip’s turn to shiver.

his smile turns softer, eyes flirting down to your parted lips before rising back up to look in your own. “aw, pretty girl. jus’ lemme kiss ya already.”

you grin as he leans in, lips pausing just in front of yours for a split second before kissing you like he needs it to breathe. your fingers thread through his hair as he kisses you again, and again, and again.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x y/n #lip gallagher x you #lip gallagher fluff #❀ written by maggie [fics]#shameless #diorrfairy

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tlou-reid · 7 months

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˚₊‧꒰აmarias bday slumber party໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you are cordially invited to celebrate my twenty second birthday with me!

i will be hosting a birthday sleepover on saturday, march 16th to celebrate and i really hope you can make it!

below is a drink menu consisting of 22 of my favorite alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks, with prompts to choose from, and list of other guests who will be attending! select your drink and a character, and will write a blurb for you!

today, monday, march 11th is my birthday, so you can start submitting your selections now to guarantee a spot for saturday! you can send them in here.

i hope to see you this weekend!

alcoholic drinks!

𖥔 orange crush: someone had a nightmare, and needs company to feel safe enough to go back to sleep

𖥔 vodka cranberry: surprising the other with flowers just because; no occasion and no reason needed

𖥔 amaretto sour: going in as if they're just innocently fiddling with the other's fingers, then trapping them about thirty seconds later

𖥔 mango margarita: unintentionally caressing each other

𖥔 black cherry white claw: searching for them in the crowd, and they're looking right at you with the fondest of smiles

𖥔 mike’s hard lemonade: unbuttoning their shirt, pressed against the wall

𖥔 malibu and pineapple: talking all night but barely interacting in real life/in front of other people

𖥔 rum and coke: hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another

𖥔 peach twisted tea: stopping their play fight every now and again to kiss each other

𖥔 pink lemonade beatbox: kisses trailing down your chin, leaving love bites on your neck, chest, and all the shyness in between

𖥔 byob: create your own and send it in!

non alcoholic drinks!

✩ mango lemonade: “quit going easy on me.

✩ extra sweet tea: “i’m yours. only yours.”

✩ ice cold water: “you are breathtaking.”

✩ coconut berry redbull: “i’ll keep you safe.”

✩ blue raspberry calypso: “of course I came for you.”

✩ iced coffee: “we never speak of this again, understand?”

✩ peach tea: “someone’s needy.”

✩ cream soda: “it’s okay to cry.”

✩ blueberry lemonade: “i like it when you say my name like that.”

✩ orange juice: “i’m really nervous.”

✩ vanilla root beer: “what if I kissed you right now?”

characters!

𖦹 spencer reid

𖦹 aaron hotchner

𖦹 luke alvez

𖦹 emily prentiss

𖦹 joel miller

𖦹 ellie williams

𖦹 abby anderson

𖦹 felix catton

𖦹 farleigh start

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enjoy-the-butterf1ies · 1 year

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The Garden: A Story of a Stable Boy And a Princess- Prologue

Pairing: Lando Norris x Princess! Reader

Summary: Royalty AU. In which a small town stable boy with big dreams falls for the princess of F1 Kingdom. Will the stars align for such an unlikely pair?

Things to know: This is a fantasy/royalty AU so it’s placed in the olden times! The setting of our story is F1 Kingdom; and in replace of F1 racing we have horse racing instead. So it’s the same concept as F1 but on horses rather than cars. Each team (Mclaren, Ferarri, Alpine, Redbull, etc.) represents a different village in the kingdom. And that’s the gist of what you need to know! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: And so, our story begins in an old, rusted tavern.

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of alcohol, drinking.

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“Pour me another one mate!!” Cheers among the tavern were loud, guests fumbling over their feet and struggling to stay still all at once. The smell of meat and rum was enough to send the average villager into a state of intoxicated shock- but for our regulars, it was simply another Tuesday night. Laughter and shouts just from this bar were sure to be heard all the way to the castle.

Beer after beer after beer. As if it was a routine.

One group in particular, who resided in the darkest corner of the tavern (one that they had nobly claimed as “their corner” in the previous weeks) is where we start our story. A large group of the best horse racers the kingdom had ever seen- known as the prestigious Formula 1 racers.

“Come on Sir Vettel, tell us one of your tales! It would be a grand welcome to our newest guy.” Sir Lewis Hamilton said, flashing a big grin. He was the current world champion for Mercedes Village, unstoppable when he was on a stallion. And when he got alcohol in his system.

The group chimed in, agreeing with Lewis’ statement. Max Verstappen, the newest addition to F1, curiously looked between all of them. He had moved from Redbull kingdom to race for his hometown- such a young racer excited fans and clearly the team as well. Though in moments such as this, he felt particularly clueless. “Tales? As in a story?” He asked, eyeing Sir Vettel with piqued attention. Sebastian couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No, no, I could never bore you all with such things,” He protested. Sebastian Vettel was the eldest of the racers- therefore the wisest. Having served his due diligence to the sport, everyone looked up to him in that way. He was sure to go down as the best in all the kingdom. Who wouldn’t admire such a feat?

Lewis stood up and smacked his glass the table with a bang. “Nonsense!” He laughed, the rum clearly taking over. “Your stories are second to your racing. I’ll be damned if we leave tonight without satisfaction.”

“Yeah!”

“Here, here!!”

“I can raise a glass to that one!”

The crowd all cheered, fist pumping and jugs in the air. Max had never been in such an environment- he was interested as to why everyone was so adamant about these stories. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny how much he agreed with them.

Sebastian eyed Max and smirked. “Shall I?” He asked. The man would be lying if he denied how much he loved storytelling. He shrugged. “The people do say I have a rather poetic tongue.”

Max couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “Please, go ahead,” He nodded eagerly. He was only one drink in, but it seemed they would need many more for the night to come. “I must see this.”

Pierre Gasly (a proud Alpine racer) excitedly pat Max on the back at that. “That’s more like it!” He shouted, causing an uproar of rowdiness again.

Sebastian laughed and held his hands up. “As you wish! As you all wish!!” He chuckled, bringing a proud finger to his lips. “Hush now as I begin a tale of love-“

“Love?” Max couldn’t help but interrupt. The racers all eyes him angrily at that, but Max didn’t care. “M-My apologies but you gathered us for a romance story?” Maybe he just was just tipsy, but the last thing on his mind was a sap story.

Sebastian shook his head, seemingly unbothered by the interruption. In fact, it made things all the more exciting for him. “Oh but it is so much more than a romantic story, young Verstappen. It is a story of adventure, heartbreak, horrors, dreams… and how love prevails through all.” He said proudly, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “But, if you do not want to hear then it can wait-“

“No! Continue, continue,” Max urged, his interests getting the better of him. Sebastian smirked once again. “We have all night, do we not?”

The group clinked glasses and a few more “here, here” could be heard amongst them. “Very well,” Vettel chuckled. His eyes met Lewis’ who gave him a knowing grin.

“Our story begins in a royal garden. With a young princess and a stable boy…”

A/N: Ahh sorry this is short but I’m so excited about this one!!

#f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc #formula one #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris blurb #lando norris imagine #lando norris fantasy au #f1 fantasy au #f1 fantasy imagine #the garden #sebastian vettel #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #pierre gasly #princess x stable boy

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bobattef · 7 months

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Paddock 🐰

The music was thumping through your chest, the flashing lights from the club dancing across your skin as you knock back another shot that was handed to you.

You were already starting to feel the affects of the many units of alcohol you had consumed this evening but you didn’t care.

You wanted more.

You needed more.

More alcohol to numb the pain from your break up with Max.

You had your problems in your relationship but who’s doesn’t these days.

Yes it was slightly controversial working as one of the content creators for McLaren, whilst dating a rival teams driver but those that have known you have expressed many disappointments in your life’s choices so, what was one more.

It was more Max’s team principal that had the bigger problem though.

Every one laughed that Christian was the real father figure in Max’s life but little did they know the man dictated a lot of things to his number one driver.

It was him that pushed for the break up of you and Max, saying you were the reason why he was failing to succeed in recent races.

It wasn’t your fault!

Everyone could see that the Ferrari’s this season were just clicking together a lot better than the RedBull’s and even the McLaren’s yet Horner’s words to Max cut like a knife.

You knew by the look on his face that he would do anything to get winning again.

And that included stomping on your heart like it was nothing.

So here you were, out in the streets of Monaco partying your night away after the Grand Prix this weekend.

You were kind of glad for one thing about this breakup, Max’s strict lifestyle before and after races would never of allowed you to be out and about on town.

You missed nights like these with your bestie where you’d just drink and dance the night away.

McLaren had a good weekend this weekend so the team were out somewhere in one of the many bars that lined this particular part of the Monaco strip.

Both Oscar and Lando up on the podium, with Charles winning his home Grand Prix!

You had always been a Ferrari fan, from when you were very little, so always enjoyed the sound of the Italian national anthem after a race.

Your employers not batting an eyelid as you also hung around with the Ferrari team on race weekends when you weren’t busy filming the McLaren family.

It was something Christian hated about you though, as he banned you from wearing any Ferrari merchandise when you made things official with Max and of course Max agreed.

You shake your head, physically removing the thoughts of your ex from your mind.

“You ok?” Your bestfriend laughs over the sound of the music blasting around you.

You just smile and nod.

“Another shot?” She tells you rather than asks as she knows you too well.

“Fuck yeah!” You shout “then we dance?”

“If you can still stand” she replies as both of you knock back another two shots.

***

Charles could barely walk straight as the VIP rep showed him to his booth.

With Carlos, Pierre, Lando, Alex and George (the Mercedes and Williams drivers with their gfs) in his booking party, it was a very prestige group.

He had his sunglasses on to ease the bright lights of the club as they all danced their way up towards the VIP area.

The tables were lined with bottles of alcohol.

Champagne, vodka, rum you name it.

He already felt like he was at his limit for drink but this was his first time he ever won his home race.

He was going to be celebrating this for a long while.

“Hey, is that y/n?” Alex asks George as they stand at the balcony area, over looking the club.

Carlos joins them as he tries to focus in on where his mates were looking.

His vision slightly blurred from the contents of drink they had already in their system but sure enough his eyes land on you and the person he was really looking for, your bestie, on the dance floor.

“Yeah” he laughs as he turns back to Charles raising his eyebrows.

Charles grinning back at him like they just had a full on conversation.

“Shall we invite her up here?” Lily asks Carmen.

You all used to be on the road together when the drivers had to do media days so you had established some what work relationships.

“Who’s she with?” Lando pipes up.

“Not Max” Pierre answers quickly.

“I can’t believe they even split up” Lily sounds sympathetic as Carmen agrees.

“You can’t??” Pierre laughs. “They were toxic for each other” he adds as he remembers the arguments and fights he used to witness from you both.

“Ok maybe they had their flaws but…” Alex says as he throws his arms around Lily “it was Horner who ordered them to split remember”

“Yeah, however…” George joins them back on the sofas now “would you really listen to your boss over your girlfriend?” he asks Alex as he buries his head into Carmen’s shoulder, knowing his answer if he was ever to be asked to do such a thing.

“Are we calling them up here or not?” Carlos asks as Lando already answers their questions with a loud whistle using his fingers.

You knew that whistle from anywhere, it was definitely Lando but where was he?

“YO!!” He almost screeches across the club as others around you all start looking at who’s being hollered.

Your bestie points upwards as you try to pinpoint where Lando’s voice is coming from.

He was waving like a loony tune up on the balcony area and you laugh at loud, waving back.

“He’s calling us up there” your bestie laughs as she rolls her eyes at your innocence.

She grabs your wrist and walks through the crowd, getting stopped by the security at the bottom of the stair case that leads up to the VIP area.

Both Lando and Pierre come bounding down the steps letting them know it’s ok to let you both through.

Lando gives you a bear hug that makes you almost fall backwards but you manage to keep your ground.

“Have you seen the rest of the team tonight?” He shouts in your ear as the smell of rum on his breath hits your nostrils.

“No” you laugh “where’s Oscar?” You ask him as you both stumble your way up towards the tables the other drivers are sat at now.

“I dunno” Lando slurs as he slumps back down next to Charles “in some bar along here”

“Hey Charles!” You sound a little too happy at seeing the Monegasque as your bestie giggles.

She’s known for a while you’ve always had a soft spot for the Ferrari driver and you can tell her it’s due to you being a fan of the prancing horse all you like, she knows you have a crush on him.

“Congratulations on todays win!” You say to him as Pierre now hugs you.

“Hey Pierre” you laugh as you get the wind knocked out of you.

“What you doing out here all on your lonesome huh?” The French men asks you, feigning seriousness.

You had history with the Alpine driver before you had gotten with Max, only sleeping with him on a few occasions, nothing major.

But you were never sure if his sassiness towards you now was because he was bitter that in the early days of you dating Max, you were still fooling around with him.

“I’m not on my own” you wrinkle up your nose at him, playing along “I have (insert besties name here) with me” you tell him as you walk over to where Lily and Carmen were sat.

“Lily, Carmen this is *besties name*” you tell them as she turns shy with all eyes on her, Carlos’ especially as he nods an awkward hello to her also.

She was never allowed on event weekends with you when you were with Max.

She came a few times when you were travelling with McLaren but that’s it, so she never really met the wags of F1.

She sits between them and Carlos now as she starts small talk with them all.

“Who’s not drinking the champagne?!” You ask them as you noticed it’s the only bottle that hasn’t been opened.

“You’re right! Let’s celebrate both McLaren’s on the podium!” Lando suddenly has some more life in him jumping up and grabbing the bottle.

“And Ferrari’s win!” You add as you Lando rolls his eyes.

“Yes yes and that I suppose” he answers back sarcastically as he winks at Charles.

“You’re not a Ferrari fan are you?” George asks as the huge pop from the champagne cork makes you jump.

“You not seen her tattoo mate?” Pierre answers him as he smirks at you.

Ass.

The tattoo he was talking about wasn’t exactly in a place where anyone could see it.

“You have a Ferrari tattoo?” Carlos says raising his eyebrows at you.

All of their eyes are on you waiting for you to answer as you just nod at them, smiling awkwardly.

“Let’s see” Charles asks you as Pierre laughs out loud now.

“Piss off Gasly!” You go to hit him playfully but he dodges out the way.

“How do you know about it Pierre?” Lando asks looking from you to him working something out.

“How do you?” Carlos asks Lando laughing at his former team mates seemingly slip up.

You sigh out loud as you know why Lando has seen it.

Spending so much time together with the McLaren team when you weren’t with Max you used to have beach days a lot so he’s seen you in a bikini more times than he can count.

You even remember Lando being there when your own Dad found out about it!

“Where is it?” Charles asks you gently, he’s definitely interested in this now.

“The top of her thigh” Pierre tells him whilst looking at your reaction.

You’re not sure if he had told anyone about you and him before but you definitely haven’t told a soul. Especially Max. Not that he would care now.

“No..way?!” George laughs out loud as he clicks.

They all look between you and Pierre as they slowly work out that you had slept together.

“Wow y/n…two drivers?” Carlos laughs as your bestie digs him lightly in the ribs.

“You and Pierre?” Charles asks you as you shrug without an answer.

Hoping he doesn’t think any less of you sleeping with not one but two of the drivers he shares the grid with, at this moment anyhow.

“Are we seeing the tattoo or not?” Your bestie joins in as she tries her best to cover up the whole Pierre and you awkwardness by bringing up another awkward moment.

You were possibly a little too young and a little too stupid when you had gotten the tattoo but what’s being young and dumb without any silly life commitments?!

You were always a Ferrari fan so it made sense to get your favourite teams logo printed on you like some sort of branded property, that’s what you told yourself as you got older.

How was you supposed to know that you would become a part of the team at McLaren one day and your boyfriend would be a driver for RedBull?!

Ex boyfriend, you quickly corrected your thoughts.

You chew your lip as you think about it.

Could you get even more embarrassed after Pierre’s comments?

“Fine!” You decide, possibly due to having no proper thoughts behind it, your brain was intoxicated with alcohol after all.

Placing your heeled foot on the leather bench next to where Charles was sat, him secretly throwing up a thank you for being the one closest to you.

You roll your dress up towards the top of your thigh, carefully to make sure you didn’t flash your underwear to the entire table.

They all lean closer as you show them the small tattoo there, a black prancing horse with the chequered flag just behind it sitting at the of your leg, just where the waist band of your underwear was.

“Hmm” Charles was the only one to make a sound as the others sit back in silence whilst you drop your dress back down.

“Happy now?” You grin sarcastically at Pierre as he nods, clearly very happy with himself.

“When did you get it?” Charles interrupts the staring contest between you and Pierre.

“I was 17..18?” you shrug trying to play it off.

But you knew the exact date you had gotten it.

Not that you were going to tell that beautiful face of the the Monegasque looking back at you.

“Ask her why she got it” Lando laughs as he doesn’t notice your death stare.

“Cause she’s a Ferrari fan?” Carlos answers as if it’s the most logical answer.

“Nope” he turns to face you as his face drops realising he shouldn’t have mentioned anything.

“Er, let’s drink…” he says quickly grabbing a few glasses for the champagne.

He nervously starts to pour it inside the glass, handing them out one by one as Charles has a look of confusion on his face.

“To McLaren” he says nodding at you, swallowing the whole contents of the glass in one.

“To Ferrari” Pierre laughs tipping his glass to where your tattoo was, Alex, George and the girls sip their drinks along with him.

“To Charles” Carlos smiles as him, your bestie, and you tip your champagne up and then back.

But he doesn’t drink from his own glass, instead his gaze is on you as he tries to work you out.

Your eyes find his now as the others start to make conversation between themselves, completely forgetting about what Lando said previously as he now comes and hugs you once more.

“I’m sorry” he leans into you as tries to talk quietly “I didn’t mean to bring that up, I didn’t think…” he trails off as Pierre comes and grabs the bottle that he was holding.

“Another?” He asks you interrupting Lando’s apology.

“Please” you tell him as you hold out your glass.

The heavy feeling in your chest starting to disappear under the heavy swallows of alcohol once more.

***

You had no idea what the time was, you had lost Alex, George and the girls in the time you had all left the bar to head back to the hotels.

Carlos and your best friend were walking way ahead of you now along the cobbled streets of Monaco, talking excitedly with each other.

Pierre and Charles were talking amongst themselves, in French too so you had no idea what they were saying but it sounded intense.

You and Lando were trying to help each other stay up. He had his arm around your shoulder whilst talking to you.

Hiccuping through his words you couldn’t help but laugh.

Charles and Pierre wait every few steps for you two to catch them up, something Carlos and your bestie wasn’t doing as they disappear round the next corner.

You sigh out in drunk exhaustion as you sit down on the side wall lining a small cafe or shop of some sort, Lando joins you.

“Where’s Carlos and (besties name)?!” Lando asks as he quickly covers his mouth feeling the rise of bile inside his throat.

“Gone mate” Pierre laughs at how drunk Lando was right now.

“Gone where?!” You stop laughing at Lando as you realise your best friend had your only hotel key in her purse.

“I dunno” he shrugs “can we hurry up….before the paps come catch us?” He says as he pulls you up from your little perch.

You go to avoid his grip but moving a little too fast for your own reactions you fall backwards into the bush.

Crying out as you fall, flailing your arms about with Lando and Pierre almost wetting themselves.

Charles joins in with them but grabs you underneath your armpits and pulls you effortlessly out the, now crumbled bush.

He holds you close to his chest as you find your feet.

“Thank you” you mumble as you look up to him.

His eyes were bearing down on yours as you feel your cheeks start to heat up.

He just winks at you as Lando and Pierre start to slow their belly laughs at you.

“Come on” you huff at them both as you continue to walk down the road.

“We need to catch up with Carlos and (bfn)”

“They’ve gone dude” Lando says to you, stating the obvious.

“Yeah they’re probably in each others pants by now considering how long you two are taking to walk down the road!” Pierre adds.

“Really? Carlos and my best friend?” You ask them both as even Charles nods in agreement with them.

“Well, where am I going to stay tonight?” you say your thoughts out loud as you think to maybe searching for a room at silly o’clock in the morning for a place to stay.

“Well you could stay in Carlos bed” Lando says as he catches up with you “Seeing as he’s staying in yours?”

“They’re not doing it in my bed!” You snap as the three of them laugh again.

“Y/n it’s fine, you can stay in mine and Carlos room” Charles says between his laughs.

You are taken a back, you’ve fancied the Ferrari driver for a while now, obviously only looking, never touching whilst you were in a relationship with Max.

But you never imagine him feeling the same way.

Especially after tonight where he learnt about you and Pierre also!

Your thoughts start running away from you as his next sentence causes them to stop in their tracks “Lando and Pierre are staying so what’s one more aye” he says as he rounds the corner you last saw your bestie walk.

***

The movement of the lift carrying you all to the 6th floor of the hotel was a bit too much for Lando.

He was in the bathroom of both the Ferrari drivers hotel room now.

You could hear the sound of him retching as you walk to the little kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge.

Charles and Pierre were sat in the living room area, still talking amongst themselves in French.

You go to check up on Lando, but he emerges from the bathroom, his eyes red and watery from throwing up.

You smile at him sympathetically as you hand him the water bottle.

“Little sips” you tell him as he walks over to the sofa and slumps down in defeat.

“The room…it’s spinning” he groans out, placing his arm over his face as you stifle a laugh.

You were trying to be caring and making sure he was ok but you were also very drunk yourself so this whole situation was hilarious.

You turn to where Charles and Pierre were sat on the sofa opposite, still in deep conversation as you frown at them, trying to figure out what they were talking about.

“You ok Mon lapinou? (My bunny) Charles asks as Pierre stops what he was saying and looks over to you trying to translate what he had just called you.

“Where is he sleeping?” You ask them whilst pointing to Lando sprawled on the sofa.

“Looks like he’s already sleeping” Pierre laughs as you look back at Lando’s face.

Sure enough he was laid there, mouth slightly open and breathing heavily as he was sparko.

Charles watches you as grab the blanket that was thrown over the back of the chairs.

You place it delicately over Lando as you slip his shoes off and tuck it in at the bottom of the sofa.

You then move the small trash can that was in the corner of the room to where his head was at, just in case.

“Where am I sleeping?” You ask Charles but don’t look at him out of awkwardness.

“Carlos bedroom is through there” he tells you whilst pointing to the first door on the left, Pierre looks at him as he speaks.

You nod in acknowledgment as you now slip your shoes off, leaving them next to Lando’s on the rug in the living room.

You start to walk down the short corridor to the bedroom of Carlos, you hope he doesn’t mind you jumping into his bed as you secretly wish he wasn’t in yours right now.

“Or if you’d prefer…” Charles voice makes you stop at the door, turning back to face them both as Pierre flashes a grin at you.

“My bedrooms on the right” Charles finishes as he looks at you with hooded eyes.

You’re not sure what your facial expressions were like but going by Pierre chuckling so loudly, you bet they were one of surprise.

“Your bedroom?” You repeat him as he nods at you.

“If you prefer” he finishes.

You look from Charles to Pierre as you feel you can’t quite sense what they were on about.

You don’t say a word as you turn on your heels and after thinking of going into Carlos room one last time, you cause Charles and Pierre to grin at each other now as you walk a few steps more and disappear through the door into the Monegasque bedroom.

***

You stupidly left your phone out in the kitchen so had no idea how long you had been laying in Charles bed for.

You had discarded your dress, thinking for a moment to grab one of his shirts from his drawer to wear but opting for just your underwear instead.

You begin to feel awkward again as you weren’t sure if he was going to be joining you or not in the bed.

You start to rub your feet together underneath the sheets, wishing you could grab a pair of socks or something as your feet always get cold.

The sound of the door opening causes you to freeze entirely as you weren’t sure if Charles could see your face inside this dark bedroom.

You hear the footsteps from him as he walks over to the bed now, the mattress dipping slightly as he sits on the end of it.

You almost hold your breath as you hear him getting undressed.

He curses quietly at the sound of his belt hitting the floor a little too loudly.

You hear the groans of the bed springs as he crawls into bed now, pulling away the cover you had almost wrapped around your face to hide.

You shiver at the sudden cold as he wastes no time to shuffle up close to you.

Moulding his body to fit perfectly behind yours as he drops the cover back onto you both.

You swallow deeply as you can feel him pressing up against you now.

You feel that he is just in his boxers as he drapes one arm over your ribs as the other is laid out across the top of your head.

You had definitely sobered up slightly in the time it took you to walk to the hotel from the club and although you still had some of the effects from alcohol playing with you, you were absolutely sober enough to be ok with him resting his hand on your chest.

“Mamour?” The heavily accented voice of his pressed up so closely to your ear causes your eyes to fly open.

“You awake?” He asks you as he gently nips the skin off your neck.

“Mmmhmm” you breathe out at his touch.

Your sleepy voice sends a shiver down his spine as he unconsciously bucks his hips up towards the curve of your ass.

You can feel the bulge of his hardness through the fabric as you stifle a moan.

He grins into the darkness as he starts to feel the affects he has on you.

Your nipples harden as he pinches one through the lace of your bralette.

You push your ass out into his hips as he moves them closer to you.

His hand start to wonder down from your chest, across your stomach and down the side of your hip.

He traces his fingers so lightly along the hem of your underwear as your eyes flutter under his touch.

It was so delicate, like he thought you were made of glass.

He brings his fingers over your clothed cunt, stroking you there, feeling the slight dampness of the fabric.

He cups his hand now as you almost gasp out at his grip.

“Wet already huh lapinou?” He whispers at you as he starts to plant kisses along your neck.

He pulls on your underwear as you lift slightly off the bed, helping him to glide them down past your thighs and onto the floor.

His hand returns to their place on your cunt as he wastes no time in rubbing circles on your clit.

You cant help but moan out at the touch.

His touch.

The Ferrari driver who you’ve crushed on from afar for weeks now, has his hands where you’ve wanted them the most finally.

He pushes two of his fingers inside you as it was his turn to moan out loud.

You were so wet for him.

He switches up from the rubbing of your clit to the swift movements of his fingers disappearing inside you as you grip on to his arm now. Steadying yourself as you can feel that familiar pressure building up inside.

“Charles” you breathe out as his paces quickens.

“Oui Bébé?” He asks you as you feel the tickling from his breaths on your neck in between his kisses.

You were sure they were more like little sucks on your neck than kisses but you don’t care right now.

You moan out his name as you come around his fingers, Charles quickly placing a hand over your mouth as you do.

You look up at him with a full on silly ass grin as he laughs lightly, pulling out of you, he brings his fingers up to his mouth now, darting his tongue out to wrap around them, tasting you on them.

A low grumble comes from his chest.

“Fuck I needed to taste you so badly!” He sighs out as his words cause you to raise your eyebrows.

“Really?” You ask him as his face lights up.

Before you could ask him why he was pulling such a face he disappears under the cover, prising your thighs apart he nestles his head inbetween them.

“Charles I…” you go to ask him what he’s doing but you get cut off with the feeling of his mouth on your cunt.

His tongue swirls around your clit before delving inside you and back out again.

“Fuck!” You rasp out as you lay your head back on the pillow, bringing a hand up to wrap in the Monegasques hair.

He moves his mouth over your sweet spot with such skill you almost cry out again in orgasm.

Your grip tightens on his scalp, pulling on his hair, the sensation causing him to go feral on you right now.

You were already so wet from coming a few moments earlier and now paired with saliva from Charles mouth, there was all sorts of noises coming from that hotel bedroom of his.

“Mmmm fuck bébé you taste so fucking good” the sound of his voice causes vibrations on you down there as you feel yourself coming for the second time that night.

This time he can’t reach your mouth to clamp his hands over it.

He laps up every part of you as you come down from your high.

You’re too lost in the moment that you don’t even hear the door to the bedroom open again as another being steps into the darkness.

“Hope you’re saving some of those orgasms for me Mon Cheri” the deep voice of Pierre fills your ear drums as you almost crush Charles head that was still in-between your thighs, as you try to close your legs.

“Pierre” you choke out, trying to find your words.

“Were you just listening in on us??” You try to sound annoyed but you were still on a high.

“Maybe” he chuckles out as Charles moves back up to the head of the bed again.

“Why?!” You almost shout.

“I’m jealous…” Pierre shrugs as if it was obvious “I want in on the action”

His words cause you to laugh out loud.

“You can’t be serious?!” you say as you look at Charles now for back up but his face isn’t mimicking yours.

His face is more like Pierre’s is right now.

Full of lust, they both have that feral look in their eyes as their pupils are fully blown and their eyes are almost black.

“I’m deadly serious” Pierre steps closer to the bed now as you notice he’s shedded most of his clothes now.

“We both are” Charles adds on as you eyes widen in shock.

“Both??” You say out loud, not believing a word you were hearing.

Both! Of them?? Wanted you??

Your mind starts whirling around as you try to make sure you’re not getting this wrong.

Pierre joins you and Charles in bed now, he can see you were having an internal argument with yourself.

“So what’s it going to be?” Charles pipes up.

“Let us both have you or…”

“Or I kick Charles out and have my way with you all by myself” Pierre cuts Charles off as he smirks at his friend.

#formula 1 #smut #warnings #leclerc #pierre gasly #f1 #mentions of smut

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mychemicalraymance · 1 year

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Redbull and rum combo and in the LYFT for 100

GECS!!!!!

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buggybuggs · 2 months

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asking another question about the scrimblys what is everyone's favourite drink :)

WAHOOOOO gf is probably too far in to answer so i shall take this upon myself...

Including Alchyholic drinks along w/ other ones as well (convincing myself to not write as much....)

Ashe - Monstrin culture probably has their own weird Spirit type drink, which yeah she'd have, but she would probably be too self conscious to allow herself to drink tooo much. She'd enjoy a nice tea every now and again, but would allow others to let her try various sodas, she'd be amused by them Aivoni - a nice red wine or Sangria, but otherwise a nice lemonade would satisfy her Vae - a pink squirrel! or anything else sweet and with milk. maybe a shirley temple too. otherwise she'll enjoy some juice! Mastiff - ROOTBEER!!!!!! She takes vodka like a champ tho, she can go without drinks for a few days but then easily beat anyone in a shot competition... the miracles of dogs... Vess - I dont see her too much of a *drinker*, but she LOVES smoothies. especially if it has mangos in it. She'll happily have virgin styled drinks, but wouldnt find herself in the situation to do that anyway bc she doesnt like being social Merina - No preference with alcohol, she'll see anyone nearby and immediatly tell you "let me have that, but more" BUT she can't handle it well AT ALL!!!! she'll have a bit and then be half asleep at the bar. Regular drink wise? Sprite. That lemon lime gets her good.... plus it pairs well with spicy food [Okapi sadly gets a partial skip again, but itd probably be some fancy cocktail. i need to think of her more, shes one of the more recent monstrin ocs!! very sory!] Prongy - DR PEPPER ALL THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no alcyhol for prongy, it scares her. Cammy - Get this thang a beer!!! a nice lager plz to pair with his grill. otherwise, they'd look for a strawberry flavored drink, or maybe a classic cola Kroma - SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS or maybe a flavored seltzer but she may or may not being having a bit more shots than she should.... Imp - she LOVES rum, rum and cokes. otherwise she'll have some weird tea at a coffee shop Sam - those like, jack daniels mixed drinks? those. or a nice margarita. maybe a hard cider. Non alcoholic? she'll enjoy apple flavored soda, or grape if its available. she doesnt threat though if neither of those are available Trace - ENERGY DRINKS. monster? yes. redbull? yes. she'll take a jeagerbomb, or otherwise an assortment of weird shots of whatever is available.

Buggy likes a long island or an amaretto lemonade (tastes like cotton candy, or a strawberry soda or a good cola

Truck will have good cookies and cream milk. alcyhol? idk! is that healthy for a pokemon,...? Magnezone dont need to drink, beep boop robot

#tw alchohol mention

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mangoposts · 4 months

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Mina as a bartender please answer the triplets question of which drink you’ll think they’d like😭😭😭

Matt - Malibu sunset/Vodka redbull

Nick - Dirty shirley/pina colada

Chris - Long island iced tea/rum and coke

#🥭

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god-forsaken-sp-confession-blog · 7 months

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South Park guys alcohol of choice, by a bartender

Stan: Classic Jack Daniels. A man of tradition

Kenny: I want to say some cheapo vodka like Svedka but let’s be real it’s Hennessey

Kyle: Gin. The good kind too, like Bombay. Pretentious ass

Cartman: Pink Whitney. I will not elaborate

Butters: Mike’s Hard. Gross

Craig: PBR. He’s basic af but won’t admit it

Tweek: Vodka redbull/Fourloko. I am afraid of him

Clyde: Spiced rum. Get it cus he was a pirate in that one episode

Tolkien: Patrón or Grey Goose. Okay rich guy

Jimmy: Tequila!!🤪

Damien: Everclear.

#south park #south park confession #oh god. Everclear

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Nihilus Rex, Ch. 14: Date Night

You didn't really think that yours truly could write this much of a story without some flat out tooth-decaying fluff at some point, did you?

I mean, who do you think I am??

But don't worry, @baelpenrose definitely did his part. Don't let his angsty ways fool you.

Hang my coat up in the first bar

There is no peace that I've found so far

The laughter penetrates my silence

As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises

Ghosts with just voices

Your words in my memory

Are like music to me

Snow Patrol, “Set Fire to the Third Bar”

Lash

At six forty-five on the dot, I spotted Nils from across the parking lot behind the comedy club. His expensively worn-out leather pants made me feel a little better about having braved the kohl eyeliner and mascara, along with wearing clothes that actually fit instead of the baggy cargos I wore day to day. It looked like I overshot, though, because he started to walk right past me.

“It can’t be that bad,” I joked, grabbing his arm and startling him into turning around. I forced down the self-conscious feeling that tried to bubble into my throat.

He started and then turned and stared, pale face flushing. “I uh…I’ve never seen you dressed up like this before.” His eyes flicked up and down my outfit, then fixed on my face. “You look amazing.”

I kicked one foot playfully, looking down at my jeans and boots. “Usually I’m trying to avoid being noticed. Pretty sure these boots were made to grab attention - they’re vintage. Borrowed them from Mama, and don’t ask why she owns them, because I don’t want to think about it.” Thank god she did, though - cavalier boots were expensive, and these were actually real leather.

“They look good on you. So does the sweater.” Nils took my arm. “I believe I promised you a drink?”

“Yes, sir. One cherry bomb, let’s go!” I tugged on his hand, leading us to the door. Without batting an eye, I handed my ID and cover to the door guy, knowing he wasn’t going to look hard enough to do the math. Sure enough, he took the cash, handed back the card, and slapped a wristband on to show I was old enough to buy alcohol. Nils just arched an eyebrow at me as he did the same.

Once we were in, Nils let me lead him to the bar and delivered the orders - a cherry bomb and a Malibu sunrise. “You a fan of standup, or just the headliner?”

“Mmmm, bit of both,” I answered carefully. “Not a fan of the kind of standup that goes for the cheap jokes, but the headliner tonight is really clever. You don’t really expect the punchlines, it’s smart.”

“Gotcha. So, uh. What the fuck is a cherry bomb? I’m not like. A mixed drinks expert but I know my way around a bar and I’ve never heard of that one…”

“Ooo, you’ll have to try a sip,” I teased. “It’s cherry vodka and Redbull, kind of a big girl cosmo. Tastes like those sour cherry candies, the bright red chewy ones.” I paused for a second before remembering. “If they’re mixed right. Some places add grenadine, and then it tastes like cough syrup. They should be clear if they’re made right.” Our drinks were set down right then, and I grabbed mine, taking a sip before holding it in front of his face. “See? No color.”

Nils raised his eyebrows. “Swap sips? Thing I ordered is peach, rum, and coconut. Tastes like a melted smoothie, mostly - strong though, but it doesn’t taste like it.”

I reached for his, game for a little challenge. It was smooth, as promised, kind of like a fuzzy navel if it weren’t for the coconut. Not my jam, but not bad at all.

He took a sip of the cherry bomb and smiled. “This is excellent. Not quite my taste for a mixed drink, but amazing. Doesn’t taste like alcohol at all.”

“I know, right? Yummy.” I turned to scope out the room before settling on a table roughly mid way back on the left hand side. Without a word, I grabbed the first thing my hand landed on above Nils’ waist - either a pocket or a belt, I wasn’t sure - and started dragging him behind me. “Gotta snag the heckle-free table before it gets taken,” I explained when he yelped. Something wet sloshed on my arm, and I mentally promised to replace the drink I was probably now wearing.

“Sorry!” he grabbed a napkin and started dabbing at my sleeve as we sat down. “I did not mean to splash that on you.”

“No worries, it’s my fault. And it’s wool, don’t worry about stains or anything.”

“Ah.” He sat down. “How did you find out about this place originally?”

“Really bad day, and I wanted cheering up?” The look he gave me made it clear he wasn’t buying it, so I relented. “They actually found me. Needed some advertising done and some security cameras set up, paid me half cash and free tickets to a show. We’ve been loyal business partners ever since.”

“That makes sense. So you did some art for them and did the systems for the security cams? That’s pretty awesome.” He gave me a strange look, very obviously forcing himself to keep his eyes on mine. “So you take all your shady hacker friends here, or just me?”

I stretched, waving at one of my favorite servers with a grin. “Nah, this is my sanctuary, kind of. Somewhere I can just be young and normal, do completely legal work for legal-in-two-weeks pay. Please tell me you guys have poppers tonight? You were out last time, and it made me sad.” I pouted at the server with the biggest doe-eyes I could manage without laughing.

She scowled at me for all of three seconds before cracking a smile. “Double order, extra ranch?”

Nils pulled out a card. “Whatever she says. She’s just showing me around.”

I bit my lip to stifle the laugh when the server rolled her eyes and flipped her hair in mock arrogance. “Lashy-love does not pay for food. Anything but the drinks are comped.” She looked at me and rolled her eyes again. “New guys. What are you gonna do?”

His face! “I told you it was cute when you thought you won.”

He recovered with reasonable game. “You, Lash, are a genie and not the nice kind. Side note, you get better ‘free stuff’ contracts than I do - best I have is a nerd hobby shop that gives discounts.” He paused as he took another sip. “Though it is nice to finally get actual confirmation on your age. You’re 21 in two weeks, huh?” The lazy grin was back.

“For the record, I’m still trying to find volume seven of Battle Angel Alita,” I pointed out. “But yes. Lash Dalita is twenty-one as of a month ago. Elakshi is twenty-one in two weeks.”

“That’s your name? It suits you. Thank you for telling me. Still can’t use it, right?”

“I would prefer you didn’t, yeah. It’s… kind of the line in my mind that keeps my parents and sister safe. For them, I’m Elakshi. For everyone else, I’m Lash. Lash Dalita can get arrested without hurting my family.”

He nodded, somberly. “I won’t use your real name. Not unless you tell me I can.” he let that sit between us. “Question though - why Dalita? I’m not an expert on Indian or Pakistani culture, but isn’t ‘dalit’ the term for…low-caste, often discriminated against?”

Ooo, not so dumb after all. “It means ‘outcast, untouchable, undesirable’, yeah. It’s kind of a private joke - who chooses to work with the ‘poor, discriminated against girl’, and who steers clear.”

Nils visibly thought about saying something. “No One, apparently.” The tone made it clear that the word was capitalized. “I like your alias. Good signal for solidarity with people who need it.”

I winked as the plate of deep fried goodness hit the table. “You aren’t the only one with clever jokes.”

“Clearly not.” He gestured at the guy who’d taken the stage. “Warm up acts here normally good?”

“He’ll either make us laugh, or make us laugh at how bad he is. Worth finding out, right?”

“Oh totally.” Nils leaned back. “If I can ask, and you can tell me to fuck right off, how are your family doing since…” He left unspoken the obvious. Since the liens released. Since debt stopped hanging over their heads. Since we rewrote millions of people’s financial situations.

I lowered my voice as the opener started what looked to be a truly poor patter. “He’s being Baba - I promise that will make sense eventually. But he doesn’t fully trust good things, so he is putting what he would pay on the car and my student loans into a separate account, just in case he has to end up paying. He says worst case scenario, he has the money to pay, best case scenario, he has extra savings. Truly a win-win, insert self satisfied expression here. For him, that means he is happier than a pig in shit, honestly.”

“And, if i can ask, how are you feeling about no more student loans?” There was something urgent there. His gaze snapped back to the stage and he chuckled. “Wow, you weren’t kidding about win-win with comedy. Latter option, here, but hey, it’s a warm up act.”

“Poor guy, yeah,” I chuckled, snagging a jalapeno popper and drenching it in thick ranch. “Student loans weren’t a huge problem, for me, thankfully - I got lucky. Only had a loan for my first semester, so it was something just north of seven grand. I gave Baba the principal, he insisted on paying the interest because ‘usury is theft’, but it was something around seventy-five a month. I still give him the money, he sets it aside in savings, and I draw a couple more yaoi to make up the difference, just like before.” I took a bite of food and pointed at Nils with the other half. “By the way, South Park yaoi, real big right now.”

“I’d say ew but my most profitable artistic side hustle was Avengers Mpreg A/B/O garbage paid by the page, so…actually, fuck it. ‘Ew, but I’ve done worse’.” He shrugged. “Amazing what internet perverts will pay for.”

“Aww, A/B/O Mpreg not your jam? More of a tentacle guy?” I teased before giving an exaggerated shudder. “Don’t get me wrong, I have drawn entirely too many ovipositors and feet. But those so-called perverts pay really good money, so I refuse to judge them.” I did a mock toast before draining what was left of my drink. “Hmm. Water or another? The dilemma is very real.”

“I’m more of a ‘dangerous women who could kill me’ and ‘cute femboys and/or barra’ guy, which you almost certainly could have guessed from my everything, but that’s hardly the point. Also, I generally space drinks with water because it makes it take longer to get wasted and we’re gonna be here a while. Figure water first, then another?”

“I think we do both, since the water will get refilled automatically, whereas we have to get up to get drinks. Sound good?” I pointed at the plate between us. “Besides. While I am fully capable of eating these by myself, I have no intention of doing so.”

He laughed. “I appreciate you. And yeah, sounds good.” He picked one up and took a slow bite. “Oh, holy shit this is amazing. I love this.”

“The only place I know that makes their own,” I shook my head slowly in disbelief. “Fresh peppers, cream cheese, bacon wrapped, breaded, and fried.” I pointed to the ranch. “Don’t miss out on that shit, either. Extra garlic, extra salt, extra dill. Amazing.”

He dipped the popper in it and took a small bite, his eyes popping. “Oh my god. Lash. How did you..?”

“I will eat jalapeno poppers from any gas station or drive through… this is all the cook in the back. Who I joyfully would one day marry, sight unseen, if he weren’t already married.” I took another bite and chewed thoughtfully. “Wife’s pretty cute, though. You saw her.”

Nils raised his eyebrows. “Damn. Just a husband-wife team run this place, huh? Love it.”

I waffled a hand back and forth. “Sort of. Bartender isn’t family, and I don’t think they’re related to the owner. But if there is a good show, those two are always working. You can imagine she cleans up on tips, between the food and - I mean, you saw her.” I gave him a sardonic look, knowing good and well the man wasn’t blind, no matter how much he was trying to make a good impression. Michelle plus pulse equaled crush, it was just physics.

“I can imagine.” He seemed to decide to take a chance, after weighing his thoughts for a second. “If I may be so bold, though, my attention was rather occupied by another young woman.”

Thank fuck the lights were dimmed, I thought as my face heated up. “Glad to know the effort hadn’t gone to waste,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. A hand immediately flew to my mouth and my eyes widened. “I - I didn’t mean…. Oh, god, I said that out loud…” I groaned and covered my face with both hands.

Nils was smiling, but it wasn’t his usual, something-far-away, private-joke smile, with something else he was thinking about. It was a sincere expression, with an amusement entirely in the moment. “Apparently I’m not the only one who trips over my own words sometimes either? But no, Lash.” He blushed. “I’ve noticed for a while. Hard not to when we did all that together and I got to see firsthand how brilliant you are, how hard you go for…everything.”

Applause erupted around us, and I was relieved to see the poor opener had finished his set. I felt so bad for him, but right now I was too embarrassed to do more than clap enthusiastically that neither of us had died of humiliation. “Hold that thought, I am going to get our next round of drinks. You flag down Michelle and order waters. No lemon, they don’t wash them. And if she asks, tell her tap water. It’s the only kind they have, but she asks sometimes to figure out if people are going to tip or not.”

Nils nodded, face flushing, hopefully harder than mine. I took off to the bar, holding up a twenty to get attention. “One shot of vodka, neat. Then a cherry bomb and a… shit. Malibu sunrise! That’s it.” The shot was delivered first, and I downed it immediately to calm my nerves. When the other drinks appeared, I stuffed the twenty in the tip jar and paid with my card before heading back to our table.

“One Malibu sunrise, as promised for spilling the first one,” I proclaimed, setting the drink down with a flourish before taking my seat. Two glasses of water and an empty shot glass were already there, and I barely set my drink down before tipping my head back with laughter, tears coming to my eyes. “Same brain, I see. I had one at the bar.”

“What’s your shot of choice?” The grin was back, even if the flush was still sort of there, as he, seeming to act almost by instinct, had stood up as I’d come back and sat down.

“Stoli,” I gasped, carefully dabbing tears from my eyes to avoid smudging my makeup. “Just the right price point that I don’t feel bad throwing back, but doesn’t burn or taste foul like the cheaper stuff. You?”

“Jack Daniels. Cheap whiskey, you know. My grandfather was the first one in the family to make any money, said he really liked the kind of cheap stuff he grew up with. Kind of a soothing thing, and he and I were close.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but shrugged.

“My family doesn’t drink except for holidays that require it,” I confessed. “We aren’t Muslim, by the way. A lot of people seem to think that, like I’m some black sheep or something. Baba just doesn’t get the point of drinking, and Mama is too much of a control freak. But Holi…. Hooo, you should see them.”

“Hindu holidays then? Tell me about some of those. Google only gets me so far and I want to know more about you. What’re they like?”

“We’re… culturally Hindu, I guess you could say. On Baba’s side. Mama is culturally Jewish, actually. It’s a weird mix when it gets to holidays - Holi, then Passover, that kind of thing. Funerals are very emotional. Beef and pork are pretty much just out of the question at home, in general. Mama isn’t observant, so fermented foods are okay, and Baba would die without yeasted bread, I swear. But both sides are very family oriented, so any excuse to get together is always an unbelievable amount of people. I gave up keeping track, honestly.”

“Big family get togethers. That sounds awesome. Complicated, but beautiful. Energetic, amazing.”

I wanted to ask Nils about growing up Catholic - a kind of sterility I couldn’t even fathom, honestly, in my messy, emotional family - but the headlining act came on and wasted no time in doing her audience work. “Hands up if you’re married! Keep them up if you came without your spouse! And whose spouse has already messaged or called…”

I took a long chug of water before I started laughing, knowing that I had about thirty seconds before I would start choking otherwise. Sure enough, the first person in the crowd was called upon and Nils’ drink went spraying on the floor as some poor woman called out that her husband had texted asking where the ketchup was.

“Okay, yeah, see why you love her.”

“They asked if we had any clean towels!”

I nodded, my face hurting too much from laughing to give a good response. The second an older man shouted out that his male partner texted to ask if the partner had already had a hysterectomy, I knew any conversation was done for the rest of the set.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #nihilus rex #afterverse #modern dystopia #cyberpunk #alternate timeline #nils andover #fluff

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