Chapter 2: One too many shots.
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It's late in the night, when Allelujah staggers out of a smoke filled club,
silently cursing Hallelujah for dragging him in there. He's drunk, and more
than a little embarrassed by the near constant groping that followed his jaunt
on the dance floor. Hallelujah is smug in his head (as always) discussing
with him the finer points of how sexy they are.
He is so preoccupied with the persistent voice in his head, that he runs into
someone. He teeters precariously, his equilibrium shot by the amount of alcohol
Hallelujah goaded him into consuming. Before he can make fast friends with
the floor, he feels a pair of strong hands pull him up straight.
"Hey, you alright?" Queries a voice that makes Hallelujah groan in the back
of his mind. The floor is spinning, squares of sidewalk cement liquid and fuzzy in
his inebriated state. That voice though, Allelujah wants to see who it belongs
to, if the man's face is anywhere near as nice as his voice, he would be quite
a stunner.
So he looks up, expression foggy, and is met with one of the most gorgeous
faces he has ever seen.
"Uhhhh…." He groans, and promptly loses his dinner on the good Samaritans
shoes.
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The rest of the night is a bit of a blur, Allelujah remembers a lot of strange
toilets, and hands holding his hair back from his face. Vaguely he recalls
giving directions to his apartment. Those same hands reach into his pocket,
drawing his keys out, and fumbling for the lock on his door. He's pulled
inside, and Allelujah manages to raise his head to chance another glance at
his crutch. There are those teal eyes again, twinkling at him with a bit of
wry amusement.
"You're not going to throw up on me again are you?" He asks, indicating
his now bare feet with a wave of his hand.
Allelujah squints, and Hallelujah gets a hold of his mouth for a moment.
"You sound like a fucking sexy leprechaun…" He slurs, and immediately
blushes, clapping a hand over his own mouth, swaying dangerously to one side.
There is a guffaw of laughter, and that sturdy arm winds its way back around
Allelujah's waist. "Why thank you. You sound like a drunken fool." He sounds
amused, for which Allelujah is grateful. He was half expecting to be abandoned
on the floor for that little observation.
Eventually he is led to his bed, where he gratefully sinks under the covers. The
teal eyed man sits down on the edge of the mattress, giving him a quizzical
look. "You still haven't asked me my name." He observes, tucking the sheets
around Allelujah.
"Oh…w….what is your name?" Allelujah stutters, trying to suppress the
blush of embarrassment that is currently spreading across his cheeks.
"Neil….Neil Dylandy. What's yours?" He murmurs, absently running a hand
through his hair. Allelujah tells him, and is met with another heart stopping smile.
"Allelujah huh? Nice name, but you've got some bad habits." Neil stands, walking
off, only to return with a large glass of water, and some Aspirin.
"I'll just leave these here, you'll need them in the morning." He places the items
on the table, turning towards the door, and Allelujah has to stop himself from
asking Neil to stay.
"It's nearly five in the morning, the worst should be over. You should rest, and
I sincerely hope you don't have any plans tomorrow." Allelujah sighs at the
slight admonishment in the man's words, shutting his eyes wearily.
"Don't worry, I don't plan on getting out of bed at all…" He cracks an eye open
to watch Neil leave, sighing again when he hears the door click shut.
'Way to leave a good first impression, Hallelujah' He mutters, and Hallelujah
just laughs.
Asshole.
