Still moping, Damien headed back over to the bar for another beer. Sitting down to wait, he turned his attention back to the stage, where he saw his rival in the crowd.
Then he saw when Eric fell, and half stood, scanning the crowd to see if he got back up.
Why do i care about that asshole, anyway?
Eric got back up, cursing a few times since someone else stumbled and managed to stomp on his stomach. "Fuck you." He wheezed, smiling at Jack.
"To be fair, I wasn't planning to send ya down like that!"
When he saw Eric get back up, Damien sat down and shook his head. I must be drunk if I give a shit about him. Picking up his new beer, he headed back for the booth, where he saw their drummer, Roy, back and drinking his own beer.
“Dude, where’ve you been?”
“Eh, I had to go out back and call my sister.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, you shoulda seen how many texts I missed.”
“Sure, buddy.”
Eric smiled, looking back over at the bar. "Wanna get another beer?" He asked, raising his voice a bit over the music.
"Sure!"
He grabbed Jack's wrist, pulling him along to the bar.
((when are they actually going to talk to each other XD))
((Sorry, I'm trying to set up a good opportunity lol))
Damien shook his head with a laugh.
“Your excuses are getting worse, man.”
Looking up, he saw Eric and his bandmate head to the bar. Of course he’s having a blast while my night sucks ass
Eric waited for the bartender to be free, leaning against the bar, eyes flicking back to Damien again. Why do I keep looking back at him?
Watching Eric out of the corner of his eye, Damien took a slow sip of his beer.
Speaking of ass… He shook his head. What the fuck am I thinking?!
Smacking himself on the forehead, he started to get up.
“Roy, dude, I’m heading out. I need sleep.”
((Sorry, I was super tired and passed out last night!))
Eric hummed softly, listening to Jack ramble about something, half tuning the man out. He glanced back at Damien again. Damn, he looks dead tired… wait, why am I worrying about him?
((you’re fine! i totally understand. I on the other hand, was up until 4am. mistakes were made))
Sliding out of the booth, Damien sighs and rubs his face, praying that there’s already a cab outside. He heads towards the door, only stumbling a bit from the two beers (plus exhaustion). I don’t feel so good…
Eric looked up as Damien walked past, smirking a little. "Still tripping up from earlier?" He asked, laughing a little. Is he okay?
Damien looked at Eric, biting his tongue. He couldn’t even bring himself to snark back. Oh god… He took a few steps away, but started to fall and had to grab the bar. was there something in my drink…?
"Awww, bad night?" He teased, biting his lip. The hell? He usually sasses back, at least-damn, how drunk is he?
Damien blinked at the other man, trying to form words. “My drink-“ he started. His legs felt like lead. I’m so… dizzy…
Eric caught his arm, trying to steady him. "Hey, man- Jesus fuck, how much did you have?" He asked, teasing tone gone.
Not much, Damien wanted to say. Sure, he had been planning on getting drunk, but he’d only had two beers, and he could hold it better than that, anyway. Unable to form words, he slumped a bit against his rival. He’s never going to let me live this down…
"You got a ride?" He asked, trying to keep him upright. Damn, is he a lightweight? "Anyway home?"
Damien had been going to take a cab, but that didn’t seem like a good idea right now. He shook his head at Eric, squeezing his eyes shut. Fuck…
…Am I actually about to do this? Fuck it, I don't hate him to that point- "Need a lift?"
Damien blinked at the other man, then nodded with resignation. Needing a ride from his rival was not how he imagined ending his night, but he didn’t know what else to do.
Eric nodded, helping him up. "Jack! I'm heading out early!"
Damien leaned against Eric as they got up. His band mates were going to freak out, but he’d have to deal with that later.
Eric wrapped an arm around him, carefully leading him out. "Careful…"
Damien followed Eric’s lead and did his best not to stumble, but his best wasn’t very good at this point. What the actual fuck happened to me?
"C'mon, almost there…" He mumbled, shoving the door open with his shoulder, feeling the chilly night air hit him.
Between the cold air and the lack of noise, Damien was slightly relieved. Not that this was less uncomfortable, but at least he didn’t have an audience.
Eric took a deep breath, leading him over to his car. "Okay?"
Damien nodded, head clearing a bit. He spotted Eric’s car, (why do I know what his car looks like?) thankful that he was parked close
"Just… deep breaths, okay?" He mumbled, unlocking and opening the passenger side door.