#* adonis !

adonis flashes a smile to the bartender, the pads of his fingers tapping to signal another round. he’ll feel nauseated, but continue draining the liquid without complaint. beside him would be an empty seat,  ‘good, they’ll probably take a minute.’  he thought while scrolling through his contacts for a familiar number. several dial tones later he’ll be forced to leave a voicemail along the lines of, “hey, you’re sleeping. i’ll call you again tomorrow if i can, but i’ll bring over breakfast. don’t go-” interrupted by slurred whining, “adonis take me hooome.” a scowl on his face as he finishes his sentence, “don’t go anywhere, i’ll be there in the morning.” and so, his words were spoken into existence. here adonis was the next morning, ringing the doorbell and hearing its familiar tune. “i still have the key, y’know, so even if you pretend you aren’t home i’ll let myself in.” he’ll say, leaning against the doorframe.

laughter trails behind adonis as they finally stop before crossroads. “holy crap we would’ve been body bags if we didn’t fuck off from there.” he falls to the ground, catching his breath. “and honestly i would’ve hid behind you, just so you’d get punched first.”  

“so you’ll choose them over me? you realize you’re making a mistake right?” pride shattering more than his heart, adonis begins to grind his teeth. “you’re gonna look at me and pretend i’m not the one you’ve been messing with these past few months?” 

“i brought you here cause you told me you could handle a few drinks but i have a feeling you were lying.” adonis pulls their drink towards himself, raising an eyebrow, “you’re only getting this back when you tell me what’s wrong.”