Reality
"Ouch! Damn!" Greg stared down at his finger unsure as to what he'd cut it on he sucked it to try and stop it hurting. Nick laughed at him in that slurred hiccup way that only someone drunk off his arse can do.
"What'd you do this time Greggo?" he let the last word linger for a moment.
"I didn't mean to." Greg protested "It just happened."
Nick waved his hand dismissively "Excuses, excuses."
"You're a mean drunk." Greg pouted and Nick grinned in response.
"You girl."
Greg struggled to come up with a response. "You, you...Texan!"
This feeble comeback sent Nick into an uncontrollable fit of giggles which in turn caused Greg to do the same. Nicks face suddenly became very serious and he leaned forward, gesturing for Greg to do the same.
"You know what?" Nicks attempt at a drunken whisper failing miserably. "You have the most amazing eyes."
Greg's 'amazing' eyes opened wide and he leant back again "What?"
"You have incredible eyes. They're so deep and brown and they're really sexy."
Nick said again quite earnestly.
"I think it's time we got you home."
Greg swallowed and, leaving some money, shoved a wobbling Nick out of the cramped bar and into his car.
The drive to Nick's apartment was awkward as Nick stared intently at the side of Greg's head the entire way. There was an alien look in Nick's eye and it made Greg uncomfortable. He pulled up and Nick, after some fumbling with his keys, managed to open the door.
"See you tomorrow Nick."
Greg smiled and turned to leave but Nick grabbed his arm and pulled him back crashing their lips together. Greg pulled away.
"Sorry." He panted "You have no idea how sorry but I can't Nick, I mean, I want to but you're off your face. The normal you doesn't want this." Mentally kicking himself as he turned and walked back to his car feeling Nick's eyes burning into the back of his head watching his retreating back.