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Fake News (RPF) | Drunk | PG | Jon/Anderson
Title: Drunk
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jon/Anderson
Summary: You learn the most interesting things when you're drunk.
Word Count: 444
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Has been edited from its original version.
“‘Swrong, Andy?” Jon slurs, clearly drunk. They both are—drunk, that is. They went out for drinks after the show for the hell of it—seemed like something fun to do at the time. The problem is that Jon’s a chatty drunk while Anderson likes to mope around, and conversations like this tend to happen.
“Nothin’ really, just thinkin’.”
“‘Bout what?” Jon pries. Maybe if he’d had three fewer drinks he’d realize that the smaller man next to him in the booth really doesn't want to talk, but as it is he's way passed plastered and rounding up on trashed, so any normal clues of social interaction telling him to back off are easily being ignored.
“Are you...an’ Stephen...y’know?” Anderson asks suddenly, and Jon blinks, trying to comprehend what Anderson means by that. He thinks that "you knows" are so much easier to figure out while sober.
“What d’ya mean? Are we...together?” Jon asks, slightly bewildered as to why anyone would think that.
“Yeah. Are ya?”
“No way, Andy! The man’s hot but way married...he’d never be into it,” Jon says sensibly, or as sensibly as he can manage, slurring his words and hiccupping as he talks.
“Oh.”
“Why?” Jon asks, taking a sip of yet another drink. He’s going to hate himself in the morning, and the lone voice of reason still in his head yells at him until the rum makes its way down his throat. That finally makes it give up—or maybe it's just as passed out as he's going to be in a little while.
“I was just wonderin’. What...d’ya think of me?”
“You? You’re cute. Why?”
Anderson pouts. “Cute? ‘Sthat all?”
Jon is—not surprisingly—confused. “‘Sthat a bad thing?”
“Well, compared to ‘hot’...yeah.”
This is when everything falls into place for Jon. “Oh.” The realization would have him smirking smugly were he not too blitzed to think properly. As it is all he can manage is a drunken leer and a sloppy kiss, but Anderson seems satisfied.
“I like cute, too, y’know,” Jon tells him as they make their way into a cab about ten minutes later. Anderson smiles, giddy, and Jon is impressed by how he somehow remembers his address long enough to tell the cab driver where to take them. Anderson's had at least as much to drink as he has, after all.
They stumble up to Anderson’s apartment and steal a few more kisses before falling on the bed, both of them far too gone to even think about doing anything before passing out, Jon realizes that while he’ll regret the hangover in the morning, he thinks that this time, it'll be worth it.
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jon/Anderson
Summary: You learn the most interesting things when you're drunk.
Word Count: 444
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Has been edited from its original version.
“‘Swrong, Andy?” Jon slurs, clearly drunk. They both are—drunk, that is. They went out for drinks after the show for the hell of it—seemed like something fun to do at the time. The problem is that Jon’s a chatty drunk while Anderson likes to mope around, and conversations like this tend to happen.
“Nothin’ really, just thinkin’.”
“‘Bout what?” Jon pries. Maybe if he’d had three fewer drinks he’d realize that the smaller man next to him in the booth really doesn't want to talk, but as it is he's way passed plastered and rounding up on trashed, so any normal clues of social interaction telling him to back off are easily being ignored.
“Are you...an’ Stephen...y’know?” Anderson asks suddenly, and Jon blinks, trying to comprehend what Anderson means by that. He thinks that "you knows" are so much easier to figure out while sober.
“What d’ya mean? Are we...together?” Jon asks, slightly bewildered as to why anyone would think that.
“Yeah. Are ya?”
“No way, Andy! The man’s hot but way married...he’d never be into it,” Jon says sensibly, or as sensibly as he can manage, slurring his words and hiccupping as he talks.
“Oh.”
“Why?” Jon asks, taking a sip of yet another drink. He’s going to hate himself in the morning, and the lone voice of reason still in his head yells at him until the rum makes its way down his throat. That finally makes it give up—or maybe it's just as passed out as he's going to be in a little while.
“I was just wonderin’. What...d’ya think of me?”
“You? You’re cute. Why?”
Anderson pouts. “Cute? ‘Sthat all?”
Jon is—not surprisingly—confused. “‘Sthat a bad thing?”
“Well, compared to ‘hot’...yeah.”
This is when everything falls into place for Jon. “Oh.” The realization would have him smirking smugly were he not too blitzed to think properly. As it is all he can manage is a drunken leer and a sloppy kiss, but Anderson seems satisfied.
“I like cute, too, y’know,” Jon tells him as they make their way into a cab about ten minutes later. Anderson smiles, giddy, and Jon is impressed by how he somehow remembers his address long enough to tell the cab driver where to take them. Anderson's had at least as much to drink as he has, after all.
They stumble up to Anderson’s apartment and steal a few more kisses before falling on the bed, both of them far too gone to even think about doing anything before passing out, Jon realizes that while he’ll regret the hangover in the morning, he thinks that this time, it'll be worth it.