I'm the original loser.

“I’m glad I don’t really have to give up reading,” the Australian said, a smile turning the corner of her lips. “I’m pretty fond of that ability as well…” she trailed off, giving Niklaus a small smirk. Taking another sip of beer, she leaned back from her spot on the floor against the couch, Niklaus sitting beside her. “I think I would panic if I couldn’t hear anything but silence all the time, but maybe there’d be times where it was peaceful to not hear my constant chatter.” She furrowed her eyebrows in thought and feigned an internal struggle momentarily. She finished the rest of her beer and set it down on the floor next to her, reaching for a third beer and cracking it open with the bottle opener. 

Groaning to herself, she lay back against the floor and stared at the ceiling, getting comfortable, knees bent, bringing the beer to her lips again. Her back ached from work and she needed to lie down. A small smile danced on her lips as she rested her legs in Niklaus’ lap, an innocent gesture, as she listened to him speak. “Are you saying your thoughts are scary?” Allison asked curiously. 

"I’d have to deal with a very miserable best friend if this game was real.” giving up the ability to read would really be devastating for both of them, that’s for sure. “Oh yeah, I’m the same way. I don’t like silence. Never have.” he shook his head. Niklaus was the type of person that needed noise in the background, at all times. Even when he was sleeping. Having the fan on certainly helped a lot. “That’s true though, you talk a lot. A nice little break from that constant chatter might be nice.” the blond teased jokingly, finishing off his beer and setting it down with his other empty bottle. “Just kidding. You know I enjoy a chatterbox best friend.” He smiled as she shifted on the floor to get more comfortable. Niklaus might have worked today, but he knew that Allison’s job was a lot more exhausting than his was. “You okay down there? Need a massage?” he playfully tapped his hand over her legs as she set them down over his lap. “I wouldn’t say they’re scary...just probably wouldn’t want other people reading my mind. Just like I wouldn’t wanna read other people’s minds. What if I read your mind and found out that you actually secretly hate me huh? That would suck so bad.” he teased.

Allison enjoyed the habit they’d gotten into, where Niklaus didn’t even feel the need to let her know he was coming over. He knew when she got off work (she worked a twelve hour shift at the hospital in the NICU) and generally what she did, which was grab a cup of coffee and sometimes have a few drinks after work. Allison currently sat at the piano, playing Chopin’s Ocean Etude in between drinks of beer. Stilling her fingers against the piano, she reached for the beer and took a swig, turning towards Nik at his question, looking down at him as he sat on the floor.

Clicking her tongue slightly, she gave a small shake of the head and a groan at his question. “That would be a horrible situation, for one,” Allison began, trying to seriously think of how to answer it. “That’s akin to asking if I’d rather never hear or never see again—I guess I’d rather never read again. It would break my heart to not be able to hear music,” she gave a shrug of her shoulders. And plus, Allison could play by ear, so while reading music helped a lot, she would still be able to play. “Would you rather be able to read thoughts or time travel?” Allison quipped as she got off the piano bench and joined Niklaus on the floor, throwing out a random question, crossing her legs and bringing her second beer to her lips to take another sip as she looked at him intently with a grin on her face. 

Listening to Allison play music on the piano was always a good way to relax. He could listen to piano music for hours and never get tired of it. He looked back at Allison when the music stopped, taking a moment to down a bit of his own beer as he waited for an answer. “I know. I think that’s how the whole would you rather game works....you either give someone two really good options, or two really bad ones and see which one they’d pick.” Niklaus teased, nodding in agreement to her answer. If he had to choose between the two, he’d definitely go with the no reading option. The man couldn’t live without his music. He’d go insane. When she gave him two options to choose from, Niklaus didn’t need much time to decide which one he’d pick. “Oh, time travel for sure. It’d be fucking cool to go back in time and have a meal with like....an ancestor. Or even travel into the future to see what I’m going to be missing out on.” he shrugged his shoulders, laughing lightly. “Besides, I can barely handle my own thoughts. Could you imagine having to take on other peoples thoughts as well? Sounds kind of scary.” the blond admitted with a small smirk.

It had become a habit now, for Niklaus to show up at Allison’s apartment unannounced to hang out after work sometimes. He always needed to wind down after a busy work day, and drinking with his best friend always helped a lot. He was on his second beer already, sitting himself on the floor of her lounge room and leaning his back against the couch. His eyes had momentarily closed while he listened to the music playing. Loud music was always calming to the blond. Then again, music in general was calming to him.

Reopening his eyes again, Niklaus turned his attention back to Allison. “Okay, serious question here--- would you rather never be able to listen to music again, or never be able to read again?” he asked with a raised brow.

“I mean, I don’t get the same kind of benefit that you get from me sucking your dick…” Letting her eyes close slowly she attempted to stem the pain from her head thanks to the drinking, but it was utterly futile. They should really drink less, if nothing else the way they were dealing with the aftermath was testament to how they were getting that little bit older and didn’t bounce back as easily. “Oh please me screaming and moaning isn’t exactly a new thing, I’ve always been pretty loud in bed, it’s because I’m trying to contend with you.” Rolling onto her side the ballet dancer had every intention of giving him a lazy kiss but instantly regretted that decision as the movement made her head swoop nastily. Instead her hand just went across her eyes while she held the coffee in her other hand carefully. “Because you love me and you want to keep me fucking happy, god you’re an asshole, I should tip this hot coffee all over you now just to….teach you to be nicer.” After pausing she looked at him with bleary eyes. “Jesus, did you spike my drink last night or something? I need something to take the edge off this…I need a drip.”

"That’s because you get a better benefit.” Niklaus heaved out a sigh. If it hadn’t been for the sun shining in through the bedroom window, he would have still been sleeping through this hangover. Something he hoped could have happened. Getting back to sleep seemed almost close to impossible now. “I mean, it’s definitely nothing new, but up until a couple of days ago, I hadn’t heard it in awhile.” he pointed out with a small smirk, head turning as if to meet her half way for a kiss that never actually happened due to Samantha’s head spinning. “Easy tiger. Don’t make any sudden movements....no matter how tempting a kiss from me would be.” he teased lightly before slowly shifting on the bed so he could sit up as well. He leaned back against the headboard and grabbed his coffee again. “That sounds like a very harsh punishment for being an asshole. You should be used to this by behavior by now.” he sipped his coffee before letting his eyes land on her again. “No, but I definitely think we were trying to outdo one another on who can drink the most....which has now lead to these hangovers. Do you want something for it? Medication? A cigarette? Some water? I can provide all three.”

“Yeah how about you fuck off, now I know how much you like it you can be sure I’m never going to say that again. Plus my mom raised me not to be a liar, so I can’t in good faith say that I’m hooked on everything about you. Sorry baby.” She loved the way he pulled her towards him even when they were just laying there in bed and the sex had finished, it showed a level of want that Samantha craved silently, hell that was one of the reasons she had been so easily sucked in by her fiancée. He kept telling her he would change and she’d believed him because the girl wanted so badly to be needed. Sliding across the mattress she pressed her forehead against his as he moved her body closer to his, rubbing her nose on his cheek a little for good measure. “Your parents were assholes for doing that, but it’s okay, I’ve fixed the problem for them. It might take my parents by surprise a bit since I’m still technically engaged but…well they’ll get past the shock I’m sure.” Sam joked, knowing the playful banter was just that, but still wishing it was something a little more. God she was pathetic and well aware of it. “You’re going to need to buy me a big ring though, show how much you love me.”

"Ouch, hit me right in the heart why don’t you?” Niklaus teased, holding his hand to his heart for a moment before the space between them on the bed was closed. He smiled at the way her nose lightly pressed up against his cheek, unable to contain a laugh when she spoke about his parents. It wasn’t the worst thing his parents had done, but it was up there on the list of things he’d not wanted to do. Eleven year old Nik would have loved to stay in New Zealand. “I’m glad you fixed the problem. And hey--- is it still “technically” engaged if you’re not with the guy anymore? You’re in a whole other country.” he scoffed lightly. The idea of her still being engaged to a guy Niklaus now knew had mistreated her didn’t sit well with him at all. “Does the size of the ring indicate how much I love you hmm? I wasn’t aware of this.”

“I don’t know why I’m not paid for blow jobs to be honest, I give enough of them away for free after all. You’d be bankrupt if I charged you for each one I’d given you in the last….however many years.” Sam couldn’t help but give him a small smile even though the haze of her hangover which had taken a grip of her ass big time, why she still got them this badly considering how often she drank the woman really didn’t know, it was unfair actually. “Well how about next time you have to fuck me sober, we’ll see if it’s still as good as when you do it drunk, or do you think all of your charm is in just how sloppy you get?” Sipping her coffee a couple more times she stared at the wall with almost ferociousness, because that was the only thing stopping her head from spinning right now. “Why don’t you just tell me you made good coffee because you wanted me happy and leave it at that, damn Nik, not everything is a competition.” Except for them it absolutely was.

"Better not start charging me for them in future. Besides, it’s not like you don’t benefit from sucking my dick. Most of the time it leads to sex anyway...” Niklaus shrugged his shoulders gently, staring up at the ceiling as he laid beside her. God, he seriously needed to cut back on the drinking. The hangovers really weren’t worth it. “Okay, we’ll just have to keep the alcohol away from me for an evening. And hey, sloppy sex is great. You certainly enjoy it. I might have been really fucking drunk last night, but I have vivid memory of you repeatedly scream moaning. You’re so vocal in the bedroom.” Niklaus teased. He fucking loved it though. Those screaming moans of hers were his favourite, by far. "Why on earth would I make you a coffee just to keep you happy? Sounds super boring to me.” he smirked.

“An idiot, which is what I’m pretty sure you are.” Sam teased before running her tongue over his bottom lip slowly, letting it move at the same speed as his hands, after all the girl wasn’t in a rush to stop this anytime soon. If she had her way they’d spend the whole day in bed as well as just sleeping together. “Hooked on your lips? Too late for that fucker, I’ve been addicted to your lips for years. I’m going to have to go to NAA, that means Nik Addiction Anonymous, don’t laugh too hard I know I’m hilarious.” Falling back against the pillows once more she looked over at him with sleepy eyes thank to the exertion, not that the dancer was complaining, she had pretty good stamina so if they were going to go again she’d be absolutely fine. “Oh yeah, shit, I guess we’re going to have to. Was that your proposal? Because I was really hoping for something more elaborate.” Not mentioning the small fact of how she was already engaged and that ring sat on her right hand right at this second. Still, Samantha had been pretty much in love with the blonde boy for years, even the job about them getting married hit closer to home than he’d know. “Your parents would be thrilled, so would mine, we’re a winning pair.”

"Takes one to know one, Sammy.” Niklaus scoffed playfully right before he felt her tongue moving slowly against his lower lip. “Oh wow, could you say that again--- let me record it this time? Gotta let the world know that you’re hooked on my lips. And y’know, while you’re here confessing shit to me, just admit to being hooked on everything about me, yeah?” the blonde teased. He too, was just as hooked on his best friend, but as if he’d actually admit that to her. Not when he could use this time to tease her for saying it first. As she rested her head on the pillows, Niklaus shifted slightly onto his side so he could look at her properly again. “You guess we’re going to have to? Well fuck me, lets go do it then. Since you’re so eager for it.” he rolled his eyes, a small smirk still playing on his lips as he stretched his hand out across her torso and pulled her in closer towards him on the bed. “Our parents probably hoped we’d end up together. Well, until my parents decided to move me to a completely different country.”

“Aww, you spoil sport, you’re only saying that because you want to be paid in blowjobs you total ass.” She grumbled before tunnelling herself back under the duvet for a while, not resurfacing until his voice hit her ears once more. “Huh? Yeah, I bet you fucking do, how about you let me drink this first and see how I’m feeling after that.” The brunette leant against the headboard of the bed with a loaded sigh, forcing her eyes to stay open as the smell of coffee certainly activated her tastebuds, mouth watering somewhat. “I mean, that would be the dream, do we really think it’s ever going to happen though? Pretty sure you can only fuck me when your hammered as is.” It was a joke, well it was half a joke at least. “At least you can still make a decent coffee when you’re hungover I guess. Silver linings.” 

"I would love to be paid in blowjobs. I’d really be living a dream...” Niklaus laughed lightly. Despite being hungover, having Samantha with him always made the recovery from the night before much more easy. He sipped his coffee again and then smirked faintly at her next words. “Excuse me, but I am completely capable of fucking you while I’m sober. We just happen to be drinking 98% of the time we end up sleeping together.” he set his coffee cup down on the bedside table and laid down on the mattress again to try and calm down the pounding in his head. “The only reason the coffee is this good is because I wanted one too and well, I didn’t want a shitty coffee first thing in the morning.” the blonde teased.

“You know I’m always here to help you, it’s the job I’m best at after all.” The brunette retorted sarcastically, still with her eyes closed as the headache carried on pounding right behind her eyes. The sunlike just made it a million times worse. “Then you better get off your bed because I’m dangerously close to puking.” Rolling over she let out a low groan, burying her face into the pillow like a petulant child, for someone who so often had a hangover you’d think she would be better equipped to deal with it but apparently not. “Yes I am, I need coffee otherwise I’m going to die.” A tad dramatic if nothing else. She felt the mattress shift underneath her as he moved off the bed, moving just enough to look at him as he put his boxers on, eyeing his ass at the same time with great appreciation. “Fine, but that means you can’t touch my boobs because you stole my money, you can have money instead of boobs.” As his back disappeared she just called after Nik. “Thanks baby, extra strong please…if it’s really good i’ll give you a blowjob.”

"No thanks, you can keep your fucking money.” Niklaus scoffed lightly. If he had to choose between keeping the money and touching her boobs it was clear which one he wanted more. He was in the kitchen for about fifteen minutes, fixing up their coffees. The smell of coffee filled the kitchen and right now there was no better smell. He sipped his coffee slowly before carrying both mugs back to the bedroom. “Here you go--- and look, I still think you should give me a blowjob even if by some chance it happens to be a shit coffee. Y’know, since I dragged myself outta bed just to make it for you...” he teased, sitting on the bed with her again. “Hopefully one of these days we’ll wake up together and not feel like complete shit.”

“Yeah it fucking was, that was insanely good.” Sam admitted, her laugh matching his as she let her head rest against his, swallowing. The laugh turned into a loud barking noise when he mentioned her flexibility, sitting up a bit. “I get the feeling you’re only in this for the way I can contort my body to help you get your rocks off, I know you, you’re in it for the sex.” His breath lightly hit her lips as he spoke, leaning down to kiss him gently as he told her to shut up, doing just that with the use of her mouth. “I will never shut up.” One hand strayed down his chest to stroke her thumb across his hip feeling smug satisfaction at his words about no one doing it like she did, what woman wouldn’t like to hear that? Especially her and coming from him since the girl held a considerable torch for the blonde and had for many years. She’d take any compliment he would give her but especially one in that area. “You taste like weed…and vodka.” Which was not unusual for him after all. “What are you going to do if you ever get married and you have to fuck the same woman for the rest of my life.”

"Of course I’m in it for the sex--- who wouldn’t be in it for the sex?” Niklaus joked. Obviously there was a lot more to their relationship than just sex, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to joke about it right now. When she leaned down to kiss him again, Niklaus smirked faintly, hands slowly running over her body as they spoke to one another. He loved pillowtalk. He loved that relaxed, satisfied feeling he got after sex. Especially with Samantha. “Weed and vodka aren’t bad things to taste like...just don’t go getting too hooked onto my lips.” the blonde teased lightly before shrugging. “Guess we’ll just have to get married then. I mean, that way at least we both know our sex life will be fucking amazing.”

Niklaus had made the decision to spend his Friday night getting drunk at LUX. He’d gotten dressed in something a little more appropriate for the club, but before he could leave his place the blonde had decided to sit back and smoke his bong. He was high, there was no denying that, or trying to hide it as he stepped into line to enter the club. However, when he reached the bouncer at the entrance, he was denied entry into the club. Did he smell of weed? Probably. But Niklaus didn’t think that was a good enough reason not to allow him into the building. He stepped out of line and pulled out his phone to immediately call up Elias, his friend who just so happened to own the club. He hoped that the older male was actually in his club tonight. “Elias--- mate, what the fuck is up with your bouncer. He’s not letting me into your club. Not gonna lie, I’m a little high right now, but I’m not like....fucking sloppy or anything. Please tell me you’re in the club right now?”