#;asher3

"If we run out of sprite I brought root beer too, and trust me it's good," Ash pointed to the fridge where he put the extra mixers in, "ruth and I found out about that mix years ago and we're absolutely gatekeeping it." Ash had come by that night after their texts as promised, bringing his favorite bottle of whiskey and sprite mixers and with the snacks. Asher sounded like he could use a friend for company, after what shit came out similarly to snapping kissing pics of Ashton himself. He'd like to think that he could relate. And considering the time Claude came over to him and everything that happened.. Ash felt bad, maybe if he didn't think he was right about something between Asher and Claude, he wouldn't have nudged it in that direction.

But it's all happened already, no point harping over it, they should just drink, get drunk, listen to music, and watch Asher paint his mural. They've already been a few drinks in that night as Ashton sat on the floor, refilled drink in hand, alcohol starting to hit, whiskey always did hit him faster. "The mural's coming a long nicely," he grinned as he admired it all, "think you'll be done by opening? Or even better, tonight?" Not going to talk unless Asher wanted to talk, he let his friend dictate how the night goes, considering other people already dictated for him about the priest, Asher deserved to have some control back in his life. At least that was how Ashton felt then too.