forum All's Fair in Love Songs And War (OxO) {OPEN}

Started March 15, 2021 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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Damien blinked at the other man, then nodded with resignation. Needing a ride from his rival was not how he imagined ending his night, but he didn’t know what else to do.

Eric nodded, helping him up. "Jack! I'm heading out early!"

Damien leaned against Eric as they got up. His band mates were going to freak out, but he’d have to deal with that later.

Eric wrapped an arm around him, carefully leading him out. "Careful…"

Damien followed Eric’s lead and did his best not to stumble, but his best wasn’t very good at this point. What the actual fuck happened to me?

"C'mon, almost there…" He mumbled, shoving the door open with his shoulder, feeling the chilly night air hit him.

Between the cold air and the lack of noise, Damien was slightly relieved. Not that this was less uncomfortable, but at least he didn’t have an audience.

Eric took a deep breath, leading him over to his car. "Okay?"

Damien nodded, head clearing a bit. He spotted Eric’s car, (why do I know what his car looks like?) thankful that he was parked close

"Just… deep breaths, okay?" He mumbled, unlocking and opening the passenger side door.

Damien took his advice and tried to take deep breaths as he practically fell into the car. Not his finest moment.

Eric bit back a sigh, reaching over him to buckle up the seatbelt before closing the door and going around.

Damien rolled his head to the side, looking at Eric. “Thanks…” he managed to mumble.

"It's nothing…" He mumbled, climbing in the driver's side. "Just do me a favor and try not to puke?"

Damien chuckled weakly. “I’ll try not to.”
Well, this night could have been better… he looked at his rival. …or worse.

Eric smiled a tiny bit, starting the car and pulling out of the spot.

Damien closed his eyes, leaning his head back. “why… why are you helping me?”

"I don't like you, but not to the point where I'm gonna leave ya blackout. I'm not that much of a dick." He said, trying to keep his eyes on the road. "Where do you live again?"

Damien huffed a laugh, glancing at Eric. “44th and Lincoln,” he replied. “I’m feeling better, you don’t have to go all the way. I can walk.”

Eric raised an eyebrow. "You could barely walk ten minutes ago."

Damien bit his lip. Eric was right, as much as it pained him to admit it. “I just… hate to bother you.”

"Dude, it's fine. It's not like I had any real plans tonight." He said, glancing over at him.

Damien nodded slightly, admittedly relieved. “Well… thanks, Eric.”

"It's nothing." He said, hoping the blush he felt creeping up didn't show in the night.

His cheeks felt rather warm as Damien looked out the window. what are you thinking, Faust?