untrust me

       “smoke away,” he says, waving one hand in dismissal, the other holding his own -- not yet lit -- cigarette. “seriously, this is my fourth today, i’m not really in any place to make any judgement calls.” 

          “i mean.. one or two spitters, maybe, but surprisingly everyone else’s been pretty chill about -- oh, you’re talking about the zombie things, right?? i’ve dealt with them a couple times, sure, but i wasn’t really into it, so i stopped.” 

        “well i think if it’s just for one night, the better word would be lust, not love, unless you gotta a whole lot’a love in your heart.” 

    “  shit, no, it’s totally --” he actually has to  take        the  time to pause and look at the girl,  brows        raised and an amused smile on his face. he’s        confused,  but  interested. “did you  just  use        ‘merlin’         as          an         exclamation??  ” 

        “i’ll never change.”

            “if you don’t leave i’m calling the cops.” 

           the kiss takes him by surprise, as most things do, but he likes to be surprised. and he also likes kissing pretty girls, so this is fine. it doesn’t take him too long to respond to the movement of her lips, his hands finding their way to her hips. at some point he decides he should pull back, at least away from her mouth, but his hands stay where they are. “hi,” he starts, both brows raised and a smirk toying on his face.

            “oh my god, you’re my new favourite.” apparently he really appreciates whenever people bring him alcohol -- just like anyone who likes drinking would. but he just has to exaggerate more, hands clasped in front of him and head bowed before he actually takes the glass of liquid from her. “please tell me this is whiskey. i mean, obviously i’m good with whatever, but i’d appreciate it a lot more and show it in a multitude of different ways if it’s whiskey.” 

            “you’re a real hero.” you can visibly notice that gabe relaxes, his body slumping forward in his seat as he leans closer to take the shot glass from her hand. he doesn’t even care what’s in it ( well he cares a little because he hates tequila ) and he’s just ready to down it already. it’s been a long week ( it’s wednesday, but still ). now that he’s got the drink in hand, he leans back, careful not to spill anything, legs unnecessarily splayed out in front of him. “cheers??” he offers, raising the glass in the air to clink against hers. 

       “i mean.. i have and i’ve done it too, i’m just questioning the decision when there are a couple chairs you could sit in instead.” 

       “it’s actually the first, and evidently the last, time i’ve ever used that line. no good, huh??” 

            gabe’s lips part to speak, but he pauses, mouth still open, and cants his head to the side as her words throw him off guard. “i’m.. honestly not sure if ‘scaring the mess out of someone’ sounds better or worse than ‘scaring the shit out of someone’.” he doesn’t even expect a response for that, it was really just something he had to say aloud to himself. “ -- -- but no, i don’t, you just seemed super focused and i wanted to know if you were good.” 

            “no, i can totally rip on a guitar whenever a moment to arises,” he says with a slight smile, taking the flyer from her hand, eyes briefly scanning over the words, not really taking them in. instead of actually reading the rest, he just folds it and shoves it in his pocket. “do you play anything?? or are you just stuck working that night??” 

            gabe watches as the other male moves to the floor, a brow raised and head tilted to the side in interest. but after a moment, he just shrugs and stuffs his hand into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. ❝ yeah, no, you’re totally fine, i can tell. ❞ he’s a little worried about the other, but not enough that he’s going to start wigging out until he finds out what the actual issue is. that’s only if he starts bleeding, throwing up, or foaming at the mouth. ❝ do you mind if i smoke in here?? ❞ he asks, already moving toward a closed window to get it open. he really should see if there’s anything he can do.. gabe’s eyes roll, cursing his own conscience, before he turns, a cigarette still between his lips. ❝ do you want some water or something?? ‘cause you’re seriously not looking so hot, man. ❞