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Dutch Courage ~fluff~

This shot was inspired by: the idiomatic expression, Dutch courage. Which is artificial courage coming from alcoholic drinks. And also someone giving an example sentence for this.

Synopsis: Ame and Phil get drunk. Phil confesses his feelings for Ame, who, in turn, reciprocates those feelings.

Sadly, this has no smut. I could, but I don't feel like writing any. 

This will kinda be straight to the point. I won't write any fillers because I can't write fillers, no matter what I do.

I am weak and this may be my last update. I'M NOT DYING OR ANYTHING but something's happened in my personal life and that's why I haven't updated for months.

Narrative POV

Ame and Phil were laughing together in Ame's backyard. They were drunk. So fucking drunk. Ame had 8...10-ish shots- was it shots? Wait-

Anyway, Ame had, like, 10-ish shots, he can't remember. I couldn't keep track, sorry. And Phil had 4-ish shots. Phil doesn't really have a great alcohol tolerance since he stopped drinking years ago. Ame, on the other hand, has a great alcohol tolerance. I'm not being stereotypical, I'm being serious.

Their laughter died down. They just drunkenly stared into each other's eyes for a good 5 minutes. That's kinda ga-

Ame took another swig of his bottle-wait- bOTTLE?! What in the f-

"A- Ame," Phil hiccuped, trying to pull the bottle away from Ame. "Don't d- drink- too mu- much!"

Ame smirked, scoffing. He took another swig, anyway. "Says the guy who's had too much for his goddamn self," He chuckled, not knowing why he did. Phil groaned, knowing he couldn't do anything about that. Phil felt warmth in his chest when he heard Ame chuckle. Since when did a fucking chuckle become hot? Why, he shouldn't even have thoughts like that. Looking at his bottle, he took it, drinking from it as well. Ame saw that and pulled Phil's bottle away. 

"Stop dri- drinking...that..." Ame spoke, hiccuping. He took the bottle away from Phil, placing it across the table. "You've had a drink too many for your damn alcohol tole- tolerance-"

Phil grumbled and tried to reach for the bottle. He tried. He was too short to reach the other side. 'Tangina...' Phil thought. Ame was laughing his ass off in front of him. Phil glared at him, making Ame laugh more.

The truth is, even if Ame is like this, Phil still smiles at his antics. And when Ame laughs, it gets too contagious and Phil laughs along for no reason at all. 

"Is it my f- fault ba if I'm shhhort?" Phil slurred, pouting. Ame kept laughing, unable to control his damn drunk self.

"No, i- it isn't," Ame replied. "It just makes you c- cuter than you already a- are,"

"W- what the fuck?" Phil said out loud. A rush of warmth surged through his body.

Ame's smile dropped and so did his laughter. "'What the fuck?' what?" He misunderstood what Phil meant by that. Ame thinks he said it because he weirded his friend out. Phil thought of that. Usually, he'd be quiet about it and explain, but he didn't think this time.

"I meant-" Phil started. "What the fuck, as in, I was surprised you c- called me...c- cute..." 

Now it was Ame's turn to feel warmth surge through his body. "W- well...I mean....y- yeah, I personally think you're cute,"

Phil didn't know why he felt a little braver, but he suddenly replied. "The feeling's m- mutual..." 

Silence.