A/n: Probably the closest to kindness I'll make these.
Small Sexual Interaction | Drinking | Mentions of Abuse | Mentions of Rape
Ye be warned!
~:Little Drunken Moments:~
Hoodie sat on the lower branches of a tree as he stared out into the suburbs. It's been so long since he actually did anything that was for himself. Wether relaxing in a hot bubble bath, or drinking away the insanity of his work, he'd take either. Luckily he knew who could provide both.
Using the shadows and looming object, Hoodie had successfully slipped to the house he was searching for. Slipping to the backyard, he found the window light on. Tapping the glass with his gloved fingers, he was greeted by a young woman. She seemed even more haggered than normal.
As she opened the window, the smell of achohol hit him hard. Hoodie knew she had the good stuff tonight.
"Drinking without me?" Hoodie asked as he climbed in. "Shame on you."
Although he was teasing her, she didn't take it lightly.
"Shut it and grab a bottle," Y/n huffed.
Hoodie knew something was wrong, although he couldn't find it in him to care right now. He was exhausted. His last mission was rather long and distasteful. He wasn't going to put up with her smart mouth today. If any other day, Hoodie would've given a not so meaningful apology and start drinking in peace, but she was making him tick.
"Watch the attitude," Hoodie warned grabbing a bottle.
"Why? I mean shit, if you wanted to you could pop off and kill me. I wouldn't care," Y/n snapped, eyes burning. "I'm only here to please. All am good for ain't it?"
Hoodie had barely gotten a sip in as his mask was lifted just past his nose. Slammimg the bottle down, a little too harshly, Hoodie took a breath. He wasn't going to kill her anytime soon. She was, wether he like it or not, the only break he got from his hell. But right now, she was pissing him off.
"You've had too much," Hoodie spoke bitterly, lowering his mask again.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Y/n asked grabbing another bottle. "This is my home. My booze."
Hoodie stalked over, took her bottle, and pinned both of her arms in front of her with one hand. Y/n's demeanor changed instantly.
"I'll shut you up my goddamn self. Now be a good girl and sit down. Another word out of you and I'll remove that tongue of yours," Hoodie hissed as he used his other hand to grip her face.
Y/n sniffed feeling her eyes burn, but kept quiet. Satisfied, Hoodie released her and grabbed the bottle. Sitting down, he started drinking. He barely paid mind to her leaving the room. Five bottles and two cans later, Hoodie had removed his mask completely.
He had taken a long heavy swig of another bottle he found. Y/n had a wide variety of drinks. Something he enjoyed. Whiskey. Rum. Mixes and Shots. Gin. Beers. Hoodie looked to the bottle he was now drinking from. It was a mango margarita. Swishing the liquid around, Hoodie smirked before tilted his head back with he bottle, chugging.
His face was flushed. Eyes hazed. Setting the empty bottle aside, Hoodie looked down the hallway. He wanted a bath. With bubbles and bath bombs. He liked watching them fizzle. Normally Hoodie would stick to long showers, but tonight he wanted to treat himself. Y/n's bath products had always hit just right. That isn't even mentioning how big her tub is.
Shifting he stumbled out of his seat. Steadying himself, he walked to the bathroom. He noticed that when he braced himself on one of Y/n's tables, it wobbled horribly. That wasn't like that before. Hoodie shook his head to clear the thought and found the door to the bathroom.
