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Eve blinked quickly, causing her own vision to blur. "I'm real good at what?" she asked curiously, inching closer without realizing it. Her fingers were still wrapped around her shot glass, which was empty and waiting to be refilled.
"Mm?" Rowan looked up again, although he still couldn't see well. "Uhhh… dancing! You're good at that!" He insisted with a bright grin, although the answer was entirely unrelated to the sentence he hadn't finished, which he didn't seem to remember anymore.
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Eve could feel herself blush. She used her hand to guide Rowan's hand down to her waist so she could pour another shot for herself and swallow it in a single gulp. "Thank you," she murmured, beginning to sway slightly.
"Mhmm!" Rowan laid his head down on the counter, humming softly in content at the cool stone on his forehead. He was feeling very warm by now, and sat up so he could clumsily pull off his zip-up hoodie and toss it onto the floor. Thankfully, he still had a t-shirt on underneath. "Mmmmmnnh… head hurts… it's hoooot…" He whined, fanning himself with one hand.
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A stream of giggles erupted from Eve's lips. "It's not that hot. And if your head hurts, drink some water," she suggested. It was good advice, but she simply poured herself another shot and swallowed.
Rowan whined dramatically again, but got up anyway to get himself some water. All of his usual grace in dancing was completely gone as he stumbled towards the fridge and managed to grab a water bottle. He was swaying dangerously, and with his impaired vision and dizziness, walking was definitely difficult. He made it over to his stool again, but fell off of it as soon as he was on, slipping and slamming his head into the counter before falling onto the floor with another dramatic whine.
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Eve rushed over and knelt quickly by his side. "Oh God, Rowan?" she asked worriedly, cupping his face with her hands. "Rowan, are you alright?" Despite being slightly out-of-it due to drinking, she felt a panicking feeling rising up inside her.
Rowan looked up at Eve with a dazed expression, sticking his tongue out a bit as she cupped his face. "I'm fiiiine…" He insisted, although he did have a small cut on his forehead that was starting to bleed. A bruise was starting to bloom around it as well, but he didn't seem to notice or care.
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"No, darling, you're not. You shouldn't have had so much… why didn't you stop me?" Eve worried aloud. "Stay here. Don't get up." She rose to her feet, the adrenaline shaking off a bit of the drowsiness from the alcohol, and she went into her room to grab her First Aid kit. Quickly, she returned to him and began to treat his wound. "Stay still," she murmured. Wow, the first three years of medical school are good for something after all.
"Becauuuuuse… alcohol is fun." Rowan replied, his head bumping the ground a bit when Eve let go of him. He stared blankly at the ceiling in her absence, thankfully staying where he was as instructed. "Mmnh… am I dying?" He asked drowsily, wincing a bit when Eve touched the wound.
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(Btw, I lovingly hate you lol. I wanted them to kiss -.-)
"It is fun, but you had a bit too much fun," Eve replied, caressing his face gently with her free hand while administering ointment and putting gentle pressure on his wound. "No need to be dramatic. You aren't dying, but you are bleeding. Now lie still. I'll take care of you."
(Lmao they still can 👀)
Rowan closed his eyes and leaned into Eve's hands, seeming to relax at her gentle touch. He still winced when she touched the wound, but he tried his best to keep quiet. The pain was starting to sober him a little bit, although he still wasn't likely to remember much of this in the morning. "Mmnh… I'm sorry…" He murmured softly after a couple minutes, looking up at Eve tiredly.
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Eve got the bleeding to stop and managed to get a Band-Aid onto the cut before she looked back at his eyes again. "It's me who should be sorry, darling. I never should have let you have that much." She stroked his hair gently, and her expression softened from its normal confident appearance.
Rowan leaned into the touch, seeming to like how it felt. He was honestly incredibly touch starved; his parents weren't exactly the affectionate type, and he hadn't been in a relationship in a long time. It took him a while to sit up and rub his temple with one hand, sighing softly and looking up at Eve again with his face still a bit flushed.
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It wasn't until Rowan sat up that Eve realized how close they were. A rosy blush quickly formed and spread across her face. "Oh, um, are… are you alright?" she whispered. "How do you feel?"
"Mm…? I'm fine…" Rowan insisted, looking down at his hand for a few seconds. "Head just hurts. I can sleep it off." He looked back up at Eve and noticed how close they were as well. He blinked a couple times, a bit surprised, but not sound enough of mind to really process it too much. She's pretty… "Should prolly go to bed now." He hummed thoughtfully, leaning forward to kiss Eve clumsily before trying to get to his feet.
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Eve gasped as Rowan kissed her. However, he pulled away much too quickly for her liking. "Wait," she whispered. Cupping his face again, she closed her eyes and drew him back in for a sweet, longer kiss.
Rowan seemed a bit surprised at first, but soon closed his eyes and relaxed into the kiss, allowing Eve to take the lead since he was pretty out of it at the moment. He pressed closer, not particularly bothered about the possible repercussions of this.
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Eve readjusted herself so she was more comfortable against him before she pressed a bit deeper into the kiss to test the waters. She had no idea what his previous experiences had been, but she knew she didn't want to go too fast too soon for his liking.
Rowan wasn't incredibly experienced by any means, but the alcohol definitely helped his nerves at least. He tilted his head a bit more and hummed softly as Eve deepened the kiss. The floor wasn't exactly an ideal place for a first kiss, but he wasn't bothered by it. He did need to pull away for air at some point, though, and he didn't have the common sense at the moment to try and do so. Not to mention it was difficult to distinguish his dizziness between the alcohol and the lack of air.
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Fortunately, after a few more moments, Eve needed a break too. She reluctantly separated their lips, but she placed her forehead against his to maintain their intimate closeness as she caught her breath. Her eyes flickered open as well, and a flirty smile formed on her lips. "Wow," she murmured.
Rowan was panting softly to catch his breath now, and his eyes were still closed. He was growing limper as he fought to stay awake, although all the alcohol was trying to drag him to sleep. "Ah… s… sorry…" He murmured softly, although he couldn't really think of a specific reason why he was sorry.
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"Don't be, darling," Eve whispered, placing a chaste kiss on Rowan's lips before she gently scooped him into her lean arms and carried him into his room. She hadn't been inside of his room yet, so after she laid Rowan on his bed, she glanced around.
Rowan fell asleep almost immediately after Eve lay him down on his bed, curling up on his side a bit with a soft sigh. His room was relatively neat, although he had a corkboard on one wall that was full of pictures and various tickets to see shows and such. Most of the pictures featured him after winning competitions, or him with his parents, although he never seemed to be truly happy or relaxed with them. He had some folded clothes on the floor that he had presumably planned to wear to the gym before that plan changed. There was also a well taken care of plant sitting in one corner.
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Eve's eyes glanced around before looking again at Rowan. In her nearly drunken state, she couldn't quite remember why she hated him so much. He was truly kind, funny, and really really cute. Somehow, she got herself back to the kitchen, where she took a final shot, stumbled into her room, and passed out cold.
Rowan slept through the night well enough, but woke up in the morning with a piercing migraine. He groaned and rolled over, cradling his head in his hands until he had to get up and stumble to the bathroom to throw up. His memories from the night before were few and far between, and he couldn't tell what was just his imagination and what was actual memories.
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Eve was dead to the world for almost 12 hours. She slept in late the next morning, as drinking typically caused her to do. When she did wake up, it was to a pounding headache and a dry throat. "Oh God," she moaned, wincing as she opened her eyes.
Rowan eventually moved to the kitchen and poured himself some black coffee. He draped himself across the counter to drink it, swallowing a healthy number of painkillers for good measure. The cool stone felt nice against his forehead, but he still felt completely awful.
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Eve groaned when she thought she heard someone in the kitchen. Against her better judgment and despite the pounding in her head, she pushed herself up and walked to the door of her bedroom. "Hello?" she called, leaning on the doorframe with one hand and holding her head with the other.
"Ah? Hullo…?" Rowan called back after downing his coffee. He started pouring himself another cup, hoping it would help with the hangover. I guess she's awake now, anyway… what even happened last night? I woke up fully clothed, alone in my own bed, so odds are I didn't do anything too stupid. My head is killing me… He touched his forehead and suddenly took notice of the bandaid on it. A bandaid? Did I hurt myself? How??
