“Happy eighteenth, you little rascal!” the werewolf called out.

The young vampire and his friend sat at the breakfast bar beside each other. Various bottles of liquor—both regular and vampire varieties—stood on the bar, along with several glasses.

“I’m not that little anymore,” the vampire defended himself.

His friend snickered. “You have grown the last two years, the top of your head reaches my eyes now instead of my chin.”

“You’re a giant, I’m average height.” The vampire looked at the bottles in front of them. “But was all this necessary?”

“I’ve been waiting for two years for you to be of drinking age!”

“You could’ve drank by yourself.”

The werewolf dismissively waved his hand around. “Where’s the fun in that?” He grabbed a bottle and twisted it open with a grin. “Come on, time to celebrate your adulthood.”

“You think I should visit my family at some point?” the werewolf slurred as he laid with his head on the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand. Several bottles of a variety of alcohol were opened. None were empty.

The vampire now sat across from him, face rested in his hand, his other hand around a wine glass. His cheeks were flushed. He shrugged. “I don’t know. You left for a reason, right?” He removed his hand from the wineglass and began stroking his fingers through his friend’s hair.

“Yeah, I know, I know,” the werewolf whined. “But it’s not like they were as bad as yours.”

“Doesn’t mean they weren’t bad at all.”

His friend turned his head to him, chin on the bar. “Well, aren’t you wise for a drunk person?”

The vampire leaned down, closer to his face. “I’m not as drunk as you.”

“Boo.”

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The vampire lightly tugged at his hair.

“Ow,” he whined again. He lifted his head up, removing the vampire’s hand, and rested his elbows on the bar. “Then drink more.”

The vampire grabbed his wineglass. He took a sip as he stared his friend in the eyes.

“Not wine, try something else.”

“I’d rather remember tonight.”

“One drink of whiskey or something won’t make you black out.”

“Are you blackout drunk already?”

His friend dramatically waved his hand around. “How would I know that?” He grabbed the vampire’s arm and let his head fall on the bar again. “Please! This stuff wasn’t cheap, y’know? Just one. I got it for you.” He gave him puppy eyes.

The vampire groaned. He grabbed a glass and a bottle. “Fine. One.”

“Yay.”

He poured the drink in his glass.

His friend stared up at him with a little smile, he got a hint of pink on his cheeks. He lifted his head off the bar again. “Hey, Th-eh…” he frowned.

The vampire stopped right as he wanted to take a sip. “Did you forget my name? Oh, you won’t remember any of this tomorrow, will you?”

“Don’t know, but shut up, I wanna—”

“Rude.”

“Be quiet, I—”

“You should stop drinking before you’re throwing up all day tomorrow.”

“Shut! Let me—”

“I’m not going to clean it for you.”

“Shut up and listen, you little twink!” the werewolf shouted.

The vampire was taken aback. “The fuck did you just—”

The werewolf pushed his finger against his lips. “Shut it! I wanna tell you something important.”

The vampire pulled his hand down. “What?”

“Listen—”

“I’m listening.”

“—I want you to know how important you are to me, okay? You’re my best friend.” He held the vampire’s hand. “I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

The vampire blushed, not because of the alcohol this time.

“So, please, never leave my life.”

“I—” Oh, he so badly wanted him to remember this night, now. He most likely wouldn’t, though. The vampire smiled a little. “I love you, too.” It felt good to have it out there, out of his mouth. It had been on his mind for over two years, now.

His friend smiled back. He leaned closer. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Come here.”

The vampire raised his eyebrow. The werewolf grabbed a hold of his chin and pulled him closer. The vampire squeaked when he pressed their lips together. His friend moved his hand to his cheek. The vampire relaxed and closed his eyes. He reached up to the werewolf’s face and brushed his fingers against his jaw, reluctant to touch him more. The werewolf pulled away, he rested their foreheads together.

The vampire opened his eyes again. “Uh…”

His friend moved away from him. He laid his head down on his arms as he whined, “I’m tired.”

“Wha-” The vampire shook his shoulder. “Don’t you dare pass out on me!” He heard a quiet snore coming from him. The vampire groaned. He was tense, feeling hot and bothered. And the cause was asleep in front of him. He glared down at him, but then sighed and stroked his hair again.