Programming

Wanting to Want

He looked around and took in a deep breath, like he was relaxing for the first time in a while too. The stress seeming to melt off his shoulders as he took off his coat and hung it on the hook next to mine, putting a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach as I saw his signature Android sweater by mine, designed for warmth not just style.

I need a drink.

I walked to the kitchen and immediately grabbed the %75 pineapple vodka and poured myself a shot in my trusty glass skull shot glass. Grabing a soda from the fridge and drinking it to make the alcohol taste go away. I heard him walk up behind me and place the plastic box of the cupcake on the counter before coming up next to where I was facing the sink. He leaned back against the counter next to me, the blue cupcake in his hands and inspecting it with his eyes.

"You didn't have to get this for me." He said as I took another shot, setting the glass down with a tink.

"Why not?"

"Well this is really for if a child android is low on thuirum, so the parents don't have to feel weird taking them to an android repair shop when they need blood... I-uh, don't need any right now" That blush promptly returned to my face, spreading over my cheeks, ears, and chest.

"Oh... well you don't have to e-" He took a bite before I could finish my sentence and wiped the whipped cream from his mouth.

"Mm that's... actually not as bad as I was expecting. Much better than the pouches." He set the rest on the counter next to the vodka and his eyes lingered on the bottle.

I took down another identical shotglass from the cupboard and filled it for him, offering one and holding up my soda for a cheers. That look in his eyes that he had in the car returned and he took it without clinking his glass against mine, only messily klanking it against my can as he set it down, promptly pouring another

"Can you throw up?" I asked as he took the second shot and get ready to pour another.

"Uh... yea?" He seemed looser already, less smooth than the way he usually did everything. "But its not bile it's more like..." He waved his hand loosely in the air, "like if the lubricant in my swollowing chanel gets too... dirty? Yea like that." He filled our shot glasses again and I chuckled at his slight messiness when he spilled a little, enjoying being able to see a side of him I haven't before.

"Then you might want to slow down a bit," I said, placing my hand on his that was reaching for the shot, and he looked at me with a defiant look swirling in his brown eyes.

"Is that an order?" He asked, looking up at me through his lashes and making me freeze. I hate how he looked down at my heart and back up to me smirking, no doubt teasing me for my raising heart rate.

"I-Um... n-no." He slid his arm from under my hand slowly and took the shot, staring at me with a playful smile.

I smiled and furrowed my eyebrows in shock and confusion. I reached for the shot he poured me with a scoff and chuked it back. Not even tasting the alcohol as it slid down my throat.

"I know what we should play," He raised his eyebrows as I said it, intrigued. "Bullshit." I said with a smile and he nodded, laughing.

"You realize you're asking a prototype negotiator," He emphasized by pointing to himself. "to play 'bullshit' with you." I grabbed the bottle and my shot glass, smirking at him.

"I think I'll manage." I said, alcohol coursing through my veins and making my face hot. I walked over to the living room, setting the bottle and glass on the coffee table and grabbed the cards from the drawer in the table. "May you grab some sodas, please?" I asked kicking my shoes off.