Drunk in love | R.C. · Y/n story by @catluv3r

The bar on the waterfront was crowded for a Friday, all warm wood and low golden light, the kind of place that smelled like expensive whiskey and salt air. A pool table sat near the back, and that was where the noise was coming from.

Rafe Cameron

Bullshit. That was a foul.

Chase Whitmore

grinning around the neck of his beer It’s not a foul just because you’re losing, Cameron.

Topper Thornton

You’ve been losing for twenty minutes. Maybe accept it and buy the next round.

Rafe Cameron

pointing his cue at Topper I’ll buy the next round when Chase stops cheating.

Mason Bennett

from the table, not looking up from racking the balls Chase has never cheated a day in his life. You’re just drunk.

Rafe Cameron

I’m not even close to drunk.

Chase Whitmore

smirks You say that every time. Then three whiskeys later you’re calling Y/n and telling her you miss her.

Rafe Cameron

snorts I don’t miss her. She’s probably doing the same shit we are.

Topper Thornton

With less whiskey and more complaining about you.

Rafe Cameron

takes a shot, winces, and sets the glass down harder than necessary What’s that supposed to mean?

Mason Bennett

It means you talk about her more than my ex-girlfriend talks about her therapist.

Chase laughed, loud and unapologetic, while Rafe flipped him off without looking.

Rafe Cameron

I don’t talk about her that much.

Chase Whitmore

raising an eyebrow Dude. You mentioned her three times on the drive here. Before we even parked.