"Upset you can't take a drink from him?" The boy laughed softly, "You can have him once I'm done." The boy couldn't keep his hands off of Justin, feeling every part of him, "Why don't you drink with us?" He suggested
"You totally still should come," He pressed, sipping on his beer
"Just forget it, this bastard doesn't care anyway," Justin grabbed his drink and started chugging it. The boy looked disappointed, "Here's my number," He said, sliding it to carter, "You're totally cute, we should meet up sometime,"
Justin ordered more drinks, proceeding to get wasted, while on the other hand, the boy was completely sober, still talking to Carter.
Justin laid his head on the counter, slurring his words. The boy, called Arlo, turned to Carter. “Why don’t you join me for the night, we could even invite this drunk guy,”
“We’re gonna hook up,” He said, not even the slightest bit of doubt in his voice
Arlo frowned, "Is it him? It could just be you and me,"
"Why not..? I think it would be fun, just give it a try. This guy is good at it as well,"
Arlo smirked, "That's just a front," He said softly, "He doesn't really hate anyone, he's only trying to protect himself." He helped up the sleeping man, "I'm going to take him home, oh and by the way," Arlo let go of Justin and jumped over the counter, "Me and him aren't dating. So call me, I really like you," Arlo planted a kiss on Carter's lips, smiled, and ran off with Justin
Arlo got Justin home and flopped him on his bed, "Man I was really hoping to get laid tonight.." Arlo sat at the window, blowing the smoke from his vape out into the night
"ugh my head.." Justin groaned as he got up. He looked around his room but didn't see Arlo, and there was no sign that they had slept together. He stumbled over to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle. He noticed a note on his counter, 'I gave your number to that boy, he thinks it's mine, I could tell that you were interested, but if you don't want him I'll take him :P<3'
"What the fuck.." He threw the paper away and ran out of his apartment and ran to the bar, hoping to find Carter
Carter was leaning against the wall, outside the bar, smoking, as he had been since the guy kissed him and ran. He was almost out of cigarettes. He had put the number in his phone, which he had in his hand, the screen cracked to shit, and he was honestly surprised it still worked.
Justin ran up and stood in front of him, he slammed his hands at Carters sides. "You.. That bastard gave you my number.."
Carter moved his cigarette away from Justin, so he wouldn't accidentally burn him, ignoring that his face turned slightly red from the closeness. "yeah well that" air quote "bastard' kissed me, which I do not appreciate. Not that I am one for sentimental bullshit, but I'd rather it not have been a stranger I met in a bar."
"That still doesn't defeat the fact you have my number, and not his." He noticed the redness on his face. Justin leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Was that your first kiss or something," The slightest bit of anger peaked in his drunken voice
Justin grabbed Carter's hand and slammed it to the wall, "I am not a whore," He hissed