You sigh as you grab your bag as you go to spend a night at the town's karaoke bar. You've had a stressful day, and you just want to go somewhere that you'll be invisible. People have been staring at you all day, and it's pissing you off.
You fill the bag with a few random things, like your cell phone and wallet, and then head out the door, sliding into your car and driving to the bar.
It's packed. You slip out, uncomfortably, and head inside. You instantly fix your eyes at the small bar. A purple light illuminates it, and it's fairly empty. 'Perfect', you think, heading over.
When you reach it, the person that was there is leaving. You order a drink, and await it's arrival when someone practically falls into a chair.
"Beer." he says blankly. That voice…it's so familiar. It's so familiar, you turn your head slightly. It's exactly who you thought it was.
Benatar is slouched over, looking like he couldn't have any less fucks to give. He's still wearing his usual attire, but he has his arms crossed over, and his head is resting in them. His voice sounded to frustrated, so depressed. And you know why.
You forgot to keep your promise, and you didn't call him. It's been two weeks. No wonder he's upset. You suddenly feel guilty as hell when you see him downing his drink. He orders more and more, drinking them quickly. You stare at your own drink with a blank expression, not being able to bring yourself to drink it. You just listen to Benatar as his voice becomes more and more clouded with the alcohol, until you can't look away from him any more. You turn your head to him, and sigh.
"Hey, Benatar…" you say in a quiet tone. His head snaps to you, and his face goes from dull and miserable to surprised. And then it gets angry.
"Why didn't you call?" he demands. You stare at your hands.
"I was busy." you mumble. He scoffs, and turns back to the bartender.
"Another." he growls. He then looks back to you.
"You could have found time. Nobody is busy for two straight weeks." he says bitterly. You feel hurt. You really have been busy. The last two weeks have been hectic for you, and he doesn't even believe you. You stare at your drink, just trying to look anywhere but at him, because he's making you upset.
He drinks another beer, and then slams his fist on the table, causing you to flinch at the vibration and the sound. He makes a frustrated noise, and you turn your head towards him. He's looking at you, distressed.
"I'm…I'm so sorry Benatar…" you whisper. He doesn't seem phased, so you slam some money down, and walk out of the club, quietly letting tears slip from your eyes.
You're on your way back to your car when you hear running behind you. You turn around when you hear Benatar calling your name. You turn around, wiping your face.
"Yes?" you ask with a sniffle. He suddenly looks upset, despite the fact that he's got a 90% chance of being drunk.
"I didn't mean to make you upset…I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you. I'm sorry. I was just upset that you didn't call…" he says. You curl an arm to your chest, and look at the ground. He walks over to you cautiously, and mentally debates comfort as he extends his arm, then slightly withdraws it, unsure how you'll react.
You glance back up at him, and he reaches into a pocket that appears invisible on his black jeans, and pulls out a small bag of tissues, taking one out and putting a hand under your chin as he clears your face of salty liquid. You look down again, but he pushes your head up, lightly.
"Don't look away." he asks of you in a quiet tone. You nod, and he sighs. "I really am sorry, I should never have lost my temper on you." you wave a hand.
"It's fine. I should have tried to call. But, I promise, I would have if stupid people had left me alone for twenty minutes." you say with a distressed sigh. He blinks as you continue. "I don't deserve to have your number." you think aloud, letting your gaze drop to the ground. His hand is under your chin within seconds. He tilts your head up, and when you open your mouth to speak, he silences you by pressing his lips against yours. His arms move onto your back, and without hesitation, you drape yours over his neck. He smiles into the kiss as you do, and you feel his tongue sliding against your lips. You part them, and allow entrance. He battles your tongue for supremacy for a while, before you get forced apart by the familiar voice of Puff.
"YO, BENATAR, STOP PLAYING WITH LIFE-SIZED DOLLS!" he shouts over. You part, both glaring over at the nerd. You smirk, and shout back.
"AT LEAST HE'S GETTING SOME!" Puff opens his mouth again, and holds his index finger up, eyes closed, but what you said settles in, and he stops. You giggle, and you can hear Axel calling his approval. You turn back to Benatar, and he's trying not to laugh himself.
"So, are you still gonna be busy for a while?" he asks, his face straightening again. You shake your head.
"No, but I think I lost the number like the idiot I am. Should I give you mine?" you ask. He turns over his shoulder a bit, and his arm is moving a bit.
"Honey…" he starts, then his arm jolts again. Your phone vibrates with a call. You answer it without looking at the number. You're met with silence, until Benatar smirks, bringing his own phone to his ear.
"I already have your number."