Not Me : 🎨 Yok's Tapestry 🔻this Is Not a Yok/Dan story🔻

Five 🎨

The next day was a busy day for both me and Finn. I had an influx of clients as if tatoos suddenly became very popular and Finn , well he just wasn't available. I tried calling but I ended up having a conversation with his voicemail. I'm not a man who begs so I'll just not worry my handsome head about it and not wonder what happened to Khun Finn at all.

Except I did wonder and I called again. After three days of no return calls, I decided to move on before I became really invested in Mr handsome. So naturally, on day five, I called again. Still no answer. Well, all's well they say. Toss the stone and let it sink they say.

Clearly they've never dealt with an insecure *psyche. Yep, I worried. I worried what I did to upset him. Did I upset him? Was it something I said? Did I go too far when I kissed him? Technically he kissed me. Clearly even after millenia had passed we're still just humans entertaining our insecure and vulnerable thoughts, so I did the only thing I could. I went clubbing.

I dressed up, I wore cologne, I wore my lucky underwear.... And I ended up alone at a bar with the bartender for company. "My man, am I that unsociable? Could I really not get one phone number tonight? I thought I carried my age well, I guess not. Make me an obliterate-your-consciousness-drink barman, heavy on the cherries, hold the liquor."

"Phi, between you and I, if you wanna get the girl's number maybe you should say 'hi'. It doesn't help that as soon as they sit next to you or say, 'is this seat taken?', you answer by saying 'youre not my type Bella'. I like em with pants." "Barkeep are you saying I'm chasing them away?" "Not at all phi. Not at all. Maybe don't say 'my boyfriend is in the loo, he'll be right back, get off his chair." " Was I being rude bark..k..k hic. Hic. Barkeep I feel drunk "

Of course this lovely conversation ended with my head on the counter and my pride ready for the *infirmary. The barman, the lovely human that he is, calls the first number in my directory and asks them to pick me up. This one time of course Finn picks up the call. My drunk-on-coca-cola-ass can't even say the word smooooch and yet.... I plant a slobbering fat one right on Mr Handsome's oh-so-sexy lips.

Yes. Embarrassment can and will kill. I wish It would me, but it didn't. I live .... If only to apologize to one charming guy for being an idiot.

I woke up nearly ten minutes ago, in a foreign bed, next to Mr Handsome, wearing only my boxers, rehashing last night's antics in my mind. Oh how I wish I was a forgetful drunk. At least I didn't overstep any boundaries with Finn. We just slept.

A sudden attack of *amnesia would be very welcome right now, but alas, I remember every embarassing second, right up to him practically carrying me to his bed because I'm afraid of mae. I refused to go to my own home. Imagine, a grown man like me, afraid of his mother. I am mortified.

I consider sneaking out of his bed and leaving the country. I can't leave Mae though. I consider claiming mental incapacity through temporary insanity. That sounds like a plan.

"For a not-so-drunk drunk with a hangover, you look rather cute with your hair spiking in every direction. Tell me, was it intentional P'Yok?" I smile shyly and reluctantly. "I was a bother to you wasn't I?" Finn laughed heartily and I'm wondering what do I need to do to disappear under these blankets.

Finn sat up slowly and moved a little closer to me on the bed. He traced his finger from my chin, running a path down from my chest to my stomach. "Are you hungry?" He leans over to me, his nose almost touching mine, he looks into my eyes unwaveringly and says "coffee or me?"

A handsome *suave gentleman would have said "you of course," instead... I say.... Atchooooo. Yep, I sneezed. My torment is clearly not over. Another belly shaking laugh from Finn. "There's a coffee shop around the corner. Let's go have breakfast Yok."