Promit: A nice stranger (person A) takes another stranger (person B) home after a drunken fight.
Modern times AU.
No sex the name might be mis-leading.
Warning for Oocness
Your name is Ja'far, twenty-two and hating life, wow you sound like an angst teenager, currently sitting next to your friends Sharrkan and Masrur. It wouldn't be as bad if a now drunk Sharrkan is sitting on Masrur lap trying to make out with him, Masrur is trying to be kind and not taking advantage of his little crush, He's pushing him away gently and sitting him down next to him, Sharrkan pouts and drapes his arms around him "Ma~sr~ur!" He whines clinging to him. You groan taking another drink that somehow goes straight to your head, you're now drunk of great you can still think some-what straightly but you're still kind of moving side to side, looking at him trying to make-out with him you scoff at the reminder of how fucking lonely you are. That time Sharrkan heard you and glared at you "What -hic- iesh yeeeeerrr problemo Mihster Jafrey?" He slurred and got half of that sentence wrong "Nuthing ya should ghet a fucking room you two." You glare daggers and he returns said glare "Don't be jhelly that haven't haaaaaaad one date in a yhear!" Oh that brought a storm in you, you jump up tackling him a throw the first punch, He switches it around punches you in the gut this went on for seven minutes until some stranger and Masrur broke it up. Your hair was messier than usual, your shirt is hanging off your shoulder and you have a bloody nose you were panting and so was he. Masru picked up the drunk boy, he leaned down " I should get sharrkan home, do you want me to call a cab?" you shaked your head and he nodded, he payed for us and left, turning around you see the stranger who stopped you. You were strucked with how handsome he was, he has violet hair the looked natural not dyed, with bright golden eyes that shined bright like the sun, his skin was darker than your pale-white tone. He wore black jeans, not those skinny ones most people at the bar wear, his shirt was white and looked like cotten, it was neatly tucked into his pants and the sleeves were pulled up to above his elbows, Damn...Damn. You get lost into his eyes thinking about him, a stranger, wow Ja'far you have losed it. Your concentration is interrupted by him speaking, you shake your head looking at him "Wha?" You give a drunk hiccup "I said 'Are you okay?'" he game a kind smile that made your face heat up "Yesh i'm fhine" you regain your stance and grab your phone out " I...I should get a taxi…" you stumble to click the numbers, the stranger stops you "Hey excuse me if I sound like a weird-o, but can I drive you home? some of those taxi's can get..aweful if you're drunk." Perhaps you were to drunk to think about actually letting a stranger drive you home "Yess pleese~!" the alcohol running through your blood made you happier and more excitable than usual." He holds his hand out, you reach to take it and shake it but end up tripping grasping unto his arm. He chuckles and looks down at you, he leads you to his car leading you in and buckling you in, he slid into the driver seat starting the car and typing in the address you gave him "So, I never got your name." He smiled at you when a red light came, you thought for minute before responding "J...Ja'far." you smile a bit "Well Ja'far Im the stranger at the bar Sinbad"
~The end (of chapter one)
Special thanks to my beta-reader: Moronic idiot
