These Corona Blues Got Me Down (mlm anyone? ~ One on one ~ Closed)

Evan was only confident in himself when he was drunk.

He knew that well. He could be confident in his looks all he wanted but when it came to his inner self he could only see wrong.
But somehow he managed to get over that last night with Nico. How he had managed that was a mystery. He liked it though.

And so another fruity drink was opened, this time mixed with a little bit of vodka. He took his time on this drink, sipping at it slowly as he thought.

Nico was warm. His skin felt like rose petals and he smelled so good… the way his voice rose and fall was heavenly, like an angel who had come down just for Evan.
He wanted to hold Nico again. Or at least sit and talk about life and random things.
Evan really did like Nico.
He had a crush on the other since they first moved in together.

Evan grabbed an unopened bottle, sliding out of bed. The world tilted for a moment, but it stabilized as he leaned against the doorframe. He wasn’t drunk yet. Just tipsy.

He made his way over to Nico’s door and knocked quietly, wiping at the corner of his mouth. He was only going to offer the bottle of alcohol and then he was going back to his room. Alone. Where he had to sit with his own thoughts.

"Want some alcohol." He asked, a stupid grin lighting up his features. He laughed softly, shaking his head. "Sorry for the intrusion, my friends brought me a few drinks and I assumed you'd like some… you know." He took a sip of his own drink, shivering at the familiar taste and burn of vodka. It was his favorite.

“Ah…. my bad.” Evan stood awkwardly in the doorway, his face slowly turning a light shade of pink. He turned and bit his lip. “S-Sorry for bothering you. I’m going to just uh… yeah…”

Evan froze, turning to look at Nico. He nodded softly, taking a few steps back towards Nico. He smiled softly at the other, running his fingers through the other’s hair.
“Yeah. That’s fine. Lead the way.”

Evan was feeling dizzy. Whether that was from the alcohol or the anxiety he felt at the moment could be debated.
He shifted slightly, looking over at Nico expectantly. He wanted to apologize for offering alcohol to Nico but he couldn’t make himself break the silence.

“Eh, same as always except I’m feeling much better after spending some time with you.” He slurred, laughing softly. “In full honesty, I haven’t felt this good since before we were quarantined.”

“Feels nice doesn’t it?” He asked softly, bringing his knees up to his chest and hugging them. “Being so carefree… it’s kinda gotten boring when I go out with my friends.” He admitted, sighing.

“I dont know how to describe it. I just, well… I’m tired of going out with my group and getting drunk off our asses. It was fun for a long time. And I mean a really long time. But now I feel a bit awkward. I still drink, but not for fun.” He sighed deeply and leaned back a little bit.

“Might be a bit of an alcoholic now. At least I quit smoking. That I’m proud of.”

“No, no, go ahead. I won’t judge. And I like listening to you talk about the things you do.” He gently nudged Nico, grinning as he took another drink.

“I understand that. It’s a good feeling isn’t it?,” he purred, looking over at Nico and smiling. “If it feels normal, keep doing it. It’ll be good for you.”

“I don’t mind at all, go ahead and talk. It feels good to talk. But as for your friend, keep in contact. They might be a little reckless but if they’re your friend then talk to them. It’s good for you.” Evan tipped the bottle back to his lips but paused. He didn’t think it would be a good idea to get any more drunk.

So instead he set the bottle down on the ground by the bed and sighed. “Maybe I should quit drinking too.”

Evan nodded, sighing deeply. “Drunken people are awful… I’m one of them. I’m an idiot when drunk and quite frankly an ass.” He groaned and flopped onto his back.
“Which is why I want to quit. But I can’t help but drink when nervous.”

“Ah hell. I didn’t know that.” Evan began to laugh softly, covering his face with his hands. “I’m sure I can. You’ve inspired me.” He grinned stupidly. “You should become a motivational speaker. That was by far the most inspiring thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Could you be any more perfect?” Evan rumbled happily, flashing a small grin up at the other. “YouTuber, motivational, super cute, fun, attractive… the list goes quite far. I’m impressed.”