Jack sat at the bar next to mark. The shot glass of vodka in his hand, but still on the table, he looked at the drink with a sad expression that no ones really seen before. "Hey bud you okay?" Mark asked. "Yeah yeah... I'm fine..." Said Jack with sorrow drowning his voice. Jack never moved his head to look at mark, but he could see him through the corner of his eye. Mark looked at his Irish friend, studying his features to tell why he couldn't lighten up. Mark was disturb from his gaze by a tap on his shoulder. A blonde girl with a red short dress on started talking to him. Jack couldn't feel a gaze on him anymore, he turned his head to see mark sit his shot down and follow a girl towards the dance floor of sweaty drunken people. Jack slowly got up, he kept walking, people asking to dance and for drinks. Jack hit a wall, he banged his fists against the wall, his forehead resting in between, no one seemed to notice. He turned his back so it pressed against the wall, he slowly slid down the wall, knees bent up, face in hands. Minutes passed by, Jack getting the worry of mark never coming to get him. Footsteps and a hand to his shoulder made his face pop up to see mark. "Hey buddy come on we need to have some type of fun." Marks hand reached out for his green haired friend. Jack grabbed on and walked to the place mark was going. A spot in the bar with a pole table and no one but waitress stood there. The two males walked up and started playing. Laughs and shouting could be heard. Shots were getting drank. Time seem to fly by. One vodka. Two vodka. Three vodka. Four vodka. The clock hit two in the morning. A hand pulled Jack out side. Mark started pulling him along. Jack was pushed to a brick wall with lips connected to his. A arm above his head and his hands on shoulders. Two foreheads rested together. The three words of a drunken 'I love you' drifted through the air. Mark started running of with a goofy grin on his face. Jack chased after him, soon reaching his house. A key was pulled out of the green males pocket, and was inserted into the key hole. They walked in and went to jacks room. A kiss begun up soon again.
Jack awoken to be in his own bed, with no one else. The male got up and grabbed his phone and dialed in the number of his blue haired friend, he answered. "So I see you had a good sleep after a good game of drunken pole table." He than realized, it was all a dream.
By Lexy
