Note: This story…probably doesn't sound right. That's because it's half of a conversation - I only showed what one person was saying. Although (hopefully) you're able to gather what the other person is saying.
Characters: You decide.
An AU story I wrote on the long plane ride…
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Well, I guess you want the whole story, huh?
Don't look at me like that.
Yes, like that! In that condescending way, as if I'm beneath you.
Sorry. I know, I know. I get ahead of myself. I'll try to keep my temper under control.
What? No, that wasn't sarcasm.
Do not ask me for the truth. The best I can do is what I saw and what I remember.
Yes, that does make sense in an odd way, doesn't it?
So, anyways. Yes. I did sleep with him.
…not like that you pervert! Jesus, what has the world come to? I am NOT gay!
Not that there's anything wrong with gay people.
…do you want to hear my story or not? Thank you.
Like I was saying, I slept with him.
It was a long night after an equally long day at work, and we were both tired. I walked him home because there had been reports of people robbing the area.
What do you mean you don't think I could protect him! Do you not see these babies right here?
My muscles, stupid.
What! What muscles! Why you - but back to the story.
And if you interrupt one more time I'm not telling it!
..uh, yes.
no.
Fine! I hate blackmail…
So I was walking him home. It was dark and very cold outside. He offered me inside for something warm to drink. What could I say to that sweet, angelic face of his, besides yes? Nothing. Exactly.
I had no idea he was such a hardcore drinker. Did you know that? Well, I suppose all these years of bartending must've gotten him into the habit.
I was not about to be beaten by some sweet faced shrimp, so I challenged him to a drinking match.
It was not a stupid idea. Shuddup, nobody asked you.
And, well…after that, things began to get hard to remember. I remember him complaining of the coldness in the apartment. I think I wanted to turn on the A/C, but I couldn't remember how. So I took him in my arms…and I have no idea what happened after that.
Really, I don't.
Why don't you believe me?
Jesus Christ, you're a pervert.
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I like these little stories that go nowhere. :)