“All in all, I think it could be worse. Imagine if you still hated my guts. Or if we were so drunk that we ended up puking on each other’s mouth. Honestly, I would give this experience a seven out of ten.” And back to his drink he is. He is playing the nonchalantly one here, but it kind of freaked him out a little bit.
He snorts when Saima threw his fake acting on his face. “How do you know about it? How do you know it was not my first kiss? Do you keep a record of the kisses I gave in my life?” Maybe because you had not been exactly secretive about your last relationships, Gilbert. “It is fine, I doubt my father will go after you and force you to marry me.”
A nod in agreement, there had been multiple ways where this could have ended badly. It was one of the better scenarios as far as they were concerned.“True, true. It could have gone much, much worse. Seven out of ten isn’t half bad. I’ll take it.“Back to their own drink was a sound enough idea, nothing like something refreshing to take the focus off that strange endeavor. Although they had initally freaked out, it seemed like it was easy for Saima o calm down legitimately.
They give a droll roll of the eys in response to Gilbert’s questioning.”Of course, I’ve kept track of all those kisses because that’s what I’ve had time to do in my life.”But really, it had been the the fact that they’ve heard a thing or two about previous situations – it’s not like Gilbert went out of his way to hide it. But tht reality was much more mundane.
Both of them were drunk, a fact that could not be changed. And they had just kissed while drunk, another fact that could not be changed. Despite all the confusion over why they would do it, Gilbert didn’t see him hating on Saima because of what happened. Maybe they’ve settled their differences too well for any sparkle to come back.
Besides, as far as dares go, maybe Saima didn’t want to handle being called a chicken, a quitter, for God knows how long.
“To be fair, you kissed me because of a dare, not because you suddenly got courage to act on your urges.” He gave a few pats on Saima’s shoulder. “More like we shouldn’t ever again get into games with them.” He put his hands on his own cheeks, obviously putting a façade of innocence. “You had my first kiss, Saima, what are you going to do?”
There might have been something to not wanting to deal with being called a quitter. It didn’t seem like a useful thing to be and honestly, the people that would mock them didn’t need anymore ammo than their existence already provided them with.
“Right. And frankly, I don’t think I want that kind of courage.“ It just happened to be scratching an idle itch that hadn’t gone away. A weird kind of convenience if they were really going to think about it.“True.. they need to come up with better games really.“ Did folks not have a better retinue of bar shenanigans? Guess not.
At Gilbert’s faking innocence, Saima couldn’t help but give a dry laugh in return. “Hah, bullshit that’s your first kiss. I’m not going to do anything. There’s nothing to be done but chalk this up to weird night.”
Maybe they should stay away from those kind of encounters. Those being ones where they drank more than ate and suddenly nobody’s mind was exactly at the right place.
When he had heard the dare ‘Saima, I dare you to kiss Gilbert. I dare you to kiss each other’, he had laughed. Wholeheartedly. Once you looked back at their past and at the point they are now, well, of course they are civil, they could be considered even casual friends. To the point of kissing? Gilbert doubt.
His laughter was cut middle when a hand held the back of his neck and pulled him forward and his lips now pressing, albeit without any grace, against another pair, Saima’s face right in front of his. After the initial surprise, a dare is a dare, right? He quietly shrugged the situation and tilted his head for a proper kiss, eyes finally fluttering close while ‘OOOOOH’ roared around them.
As soon they pulled apart, Saima seemed to have the need to make an statement while Gilbert stood there, eyebrows frowned, eyes on the floor. What had just happened? Had it really happened? When he raised his eyes once again Saima looked like he was about to throw up, or run, or scream, or maybe all of those at the same time.
And then it came, the apologizes. Gilbert laughed.
“We should have bet money out of this.”, at least one of them was trying to make this natural – the surprise was from this was coming from.
It had all seemed like a laugh at the moment and maybe, maybe it would be the one opportunity to fulfill a dare that they’d probably never get again. The adrenaline of fear had struck them cold after they realized what they done. It was almost funny how something like this could sober Saima up almost instantaneously.
There was almost something oddly comforting about the way Gilbert ended up laughing at this whole thing. It was almost too surreal. Shaking their head, Saima ran a hand through their hair in an attempt to calm down. Despite the initial panic, it seemed like Gilbert wasn’t going to hit them so they could actually proceed in a more controlled fashion. The sooner they could get their reaction under control, the better as far as anyone was concerned.
“Hah. That.. that’s true.” Something of a dry laughter came out, both sincerely embarrassed and yet finding the absurdity of it all. ”Could have actually gotten some kind of profit out of this. But honestly, sorry about that. Promise not to get like that again. Need to eat more before coming out with these folks.“
What the hell, what the hell. This was not something they had asked to happen, this was not something that they had planned. And yet here they were kissing Gilbert after a few drinks. It hadn’t felt bad, it hadn’t felt bad at all. Who had started this? They couldn’t remember, hoped they wouldn’t remember. It didn’t seem like them to just kiss someone.
Surely it had to be some kind of dare.
After all, despite this being unplanned, Saima would have been lying if they hadn’t thought about it. Thoughts they were much more inclined to ignore and suppress, but casual thoughts nonetheless.
What was going on here? There was nothing more than the instinct to run away after they had pulled back. What if he hit them? It seemed likely, possible – almost inevitable.
“Did you think I wasn’t capable of doing that?“
Everything about them found themselves in a flight instinct. They were silent, anxious and altogether ready for the blow that was almost certainly coming their way. Something about them felt withdrawn, they body language felt like they were purposely trying to detach from the entire thing…
Apologies came out from the mouth, even if they suspected that they would fall on deaf ears.
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