Through the Screen

"what?" the soft blush on pj's cheeks is deepening every second he replays the statement in his mind, his stomach churning with both nervousness and excitement.

"i don't know, maybe we should—i don't know, will you come or not?" noah rambles irrationally and pj just licks his lips, before getting off the barstool, and raising his pinky up in the air.

"can i, um, i need a bathroom break," he squeaks and noah just shakes his head before laughing softly at the gesture.

"go ahead," noah raises his finger up to the barman, indicating that he may want another drink, and soon enough another glass is slid towards him, the brown liquid almost begging noah to not drink it because he knows he won't be able to handle anymore.

noah has stopped thinking anyway, so he just shrugs dismissively before gulping down the drink, his throat wanting to burn but failing because it seems like his whole body has gone completely numb.

anymore the alcohol will intensify it's effect and there will be no way he can drive, so he quickly slaps some pounds on the wooden bar and stumbles out as quickly as possible, the chilly air

to not press down on the pedal too hard and drive slow and steady because even though he wouldn't mind being in a car

reminder of adrian pops in his mind his fingers tighten around the steering and he slurs

it was just a stupid fucking fight and they would get over it, like they always do. abel would have a reason as

everything will be okay.

inside the vehicle for a while to calm himself down as

walking inside the apartment, his ears perking at the sound of the television mumbling incoherent things and he is just taking off his shoes messily before adrian arrives in the hallway, his eyebrows furrowed and a small