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The lights dim, soft music playing in the living room. Smoke filling the hallway, a joint getting passed around. Hans coughs as he walks through to get to the kitchen. When he gets to the sink he grabs a glass of water. Leaning on the counter with his hand, feeling the music getting muffled and head filling with thoughts-
A hand grabs his shoulder, Hans turns around and sees a familiar face. Henry.
”You seem so dull, what’s up?” Henry finds his hand lingering on Hans shoulder, longer than it usually should linger. Hans notices but doesn’t mention it. A small smile sneaking up on his face.
”Ah, hey Henry! Not a lot, just unsure as to what I’m doing here.” Hans leans back onto the counter, both his hands grabbing the edge of it. His knuckles turning white. Head leaning to the right, looking at Henry. ”What about you? I see there’s a drink in your hand. Who invited you?”
”Theresa, she was fairly sure that I’d like it. So I came. I guess you just got invited by everyone?” Henry’s hand falling to the counter, just barely touching Hans’. “You’ve been pretty distant lately, it shocked me seeing you here.”
”Theresa huh? Well in my case, it was some girls from my economics class, I didn’t wanna say no. Felt a little wussy.” Rubbing his temples, hand falling down to his mouth. He sighs.
”Can I have a drink of that? Or well, whatever that is.”
Henry passes it, fingers almost intertwining. ”Heads up, it's plenty of vodka. I added a bit of lemon as well.”
Hans scoffs and takes a sip, spitting it out the next second. ”What the hell, you weren't kidding!” He slides his forearms on his mouth to get the drink from dripping. He holds the drink out again and returning it to Henry.
“Isn’t getting drunk the whole point?” Henry laughs, but as their eyes lock, he feels a weird tension building.
“Have you seen Theresa yet? She was asking if you would show up.” Henry mentions, noticing the tension growing, each time Theresa was brought up.
“What does she want? We don’t even know eachother like that.” Hans lifts an eyebrow.
“I have no clue.” Henry shrugs his shoulders, noticing Hans’ eyeing something. It makes him turn around to see him looking at the mixing bar.
”C’mon, follow me, I’ll make a good drink.” He lets his hand lead Henry to the mixing bar, multiple people everywhere and covering what seems to be where all the alcohol is. Hans noticing Theresa waving them over but ignoring her. Under his breath he mubbles something Henry doesn’t mention.
Hans lets his hand slowly fall back to his pocket, leaving Henry’s hand grow cold. Without noticing Henry walk up behind him, feeling his breath on his shoulder, his face flushes as he turns around. “What?” Henry tilting his head to Hans' words. “I was just counting the amount of bottles there were. I can’t really make a good drink with any of this cheap stuff.” Hans mutters.
”What are you so nervous about? You seem so tense...” His hands softly pressing on Hans' shoulders. Henry raises an eyebrow, puffing his lips out in confusion. He finds himself looking over to Theresa.
”I’m not nervous, stop asking such dumb questions.” Hans gets to the bar and pours himself a drink, mixing tequila with some lemon-orange mix. ”This place really needs better alcohol. Right, Henry?”
Hans getting no response from Henry was extremely unusual to him. He turns around to see Henry chatting with someone.
Theresa.
Apparently not caring about her waving them over, ment walking up to them was clear as day to Henry, and it pissed Hans off. Whatever he felt about their interaction, he tried not questioning it but it continuously grew bigger.
”Henry.” Hans touches Henry’s shirt, trying to get his attention. “Give me a minute Hans.”
Hans rolls his eyes and walks away, ignoring Henry calling out for him.
“Hans don’t do this now. Hans come on..!”
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As the drink almost closes in on its last sip, he feels a slight buzz. Hans is upstairs, walking around the halls, looking at the different articles of furniture. ”Horrid, absolutely horrid. Who clashes navy-blue with orange?” In the middle of his mumbling, he gets shoved by a passerby in the hallway. ”What the hell man?” He shouts, to no reply. It makes him even more pissed.
“Does no one notice me or something? Holy fuck, why is everyone so selfish.” After his ramble, he noticed a group of people leave the corner of the hallway, a sofa appearing in his sight.
The irritable mood expanding on itself, even as he sits down.
A couple minutes pass, Hans on a sofa, letting his head rest a bit. As his eyes shut, he feels the cushion next to him get sat on. His eyes open, just to see Henry.
”Where’ve you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Why do you always do this.” Henry sighs, his hand on Hans' knee. Hans feels it, but doesn’t mention it.
”What? You don’t own me. Why would I need to constantly be around you?” Hans throws out at Henry. Not necessarily slurring his words, but it’s noticeable that he’s had a drink or two. Not enough to get him drunk, just barely to the point of tipsy.
”Calm down-”
”Don’t tell me to calm down. Who’s that Theresa anyway.” Hans cuts Henry off, sliding his leg away from him, Henry's hand finding itself back to the sofa.
”It’s about Theresa.. huh?” Henry feels a tug at his lip, Hans notices and feels flushed. He shoves Henry lightly and tries to get up, only for his arm to be grabbed.
”What’s your issue? Everything isn’t about her, is it? You’ve been like this for days now.” Hans says, letting his guard down when he looks down at Henry on the sofa. Henry’s brown-blondish hair was fixed, although some hairs had fallen to his forehead. His blue eyes are dark now, his lips growing into an annoying smirk. Hans felt his heart flutter. Henry slowly got up, even though he wasn’t taller by much, Hans felt him tower over his already big posture.
”Breathe Hans, Theresa is a friend to me. You know that you're my bestfriend, there's nothing that could seperate us.” Henry hasn’t let go of Hans’ arm, but he has let his grip loosen a bit, slowly falling to Hans’ hand. ”What are you so scared about? You’re always so upfront with everything. Spit it out.”
”There isn’t anything to spit out.” It's almost like he wants to admit something, but before that happens, he needs to make sure they're alone. Hans looks behind Henry, noticing the group from earlier walking back. Hans tightens the grip of Henry's hand. ”Let’s just go somewhere. There might be a room here, nearby.” He says in a rushed voice.
Henry says nothing, he just nods and gets led by Hans.
They open a couple of doors, one of them locked. Hans sighs, trying to find composure he continues the search, up until the fourth door. ”Fucking finally. Get in.”