Drinking on the roof

I looked at the starry sky above me. I could really do this all day if there was no light coming, but then observing Shinrin's nature during the day must have been pleasant, too. But I have never get to do that so the night was the winner for me.

The forearm of my right hand was placed under my head and my legs were hanging down from the roof, while in my other hand I was clutching the neck of the half-empty whiskey bottle that I had not forgotten to take on the way up here. I didn´t even looked what kind it was but I could be sure that wasn´t any cheap drink if Damien brought it.

"Can I join?" was heard above me and I could notice the face that appeared there at the same time as the voice. That moment wasn´t as awkward as I could expect, surprisingly.

"Sure, why not."

Damien sat quietly next to me and I could see even in the dark how he looked at the bottle in my hand. I raised my eyebrows in a question: "What? You don't like when I drink it like a barbarian or the fact that I'm drinkin´ your whiskey?"

However, there was heard no answer to my question. I could just hear a chuckle, and then I felt him take the bottle from my hand so he could drink it as well. So I shifted my gaze back to the sky above me and closed my eyes for a moment. The slightly cold air around was quite pleasant. I took a deep breath and at that moment I felt a touch on my face.

Confused, I opened my eyes and shot a questioning look at Damien, but I doubted that in the darkness, with only the lights down some of the alleys, he could see what kind of look I gave him just now.

Damien removed his hand with a slight jerk and I could tell by the shadow that he had taken another drink from the bottle I reached for so I could take a sip as well. He was probably pretty drunk... well, not really when it was some time since he came to the garage.

Taking over the bottle with the rest of the brownish liquid, I sat with my legs still hanging down. I pressed the neck of the bottle to my lips and took a sip with a view of the illuminated parts of the city. Or to be more precise, I finished the rest of its contents.

There could be heard a chuckle next to me, and I looked out of the corner of my eye at Damien, who was sitting maybe ten centimeters away from me, shaking his head at my actions. However, he didn't say anything.

I looked back in front of me. I wondered what could be his reason for appearing in the streets down here at night. He could also drink a bottle of whiskey in some nice bar up over there. They had a lots of them, undoubtedly.

"It's nice here," Damien said, to which I raised my eyebrow in a question. After all, he must have known and seen much better places than this.

"Don't you have a view like that from up there?"

There was another low chuckle from Damien: "No... I mean yeah, but when you travel because of your father's work, you learn that every place has its own charm."

I looked at the figure next to me in amazement. After all, I didn't expect such words from him. Most of all, I did not expect that something like this could be said as sadly as he said it. It was quite weird to hear it but I just turned my head to look at the city in front of us. Everyone has their problems, undoubtedly, but my problem was... I felt uncomfortable when people talked about their mostly because I just didn´t know what to do.

"Rayne?"

Once again, I turned my head to look at Damien and was startled by how close his face was. However, I didn't think too much about it, because I shifted my gaze to his lips, which couldn't be seen very well in the darkness.

"Hm?"

But I didn't get a verbal response and instead I felt Damien's hand touch my cheek. I held my breath again at that gesture. I couldn't help myself and at the same time I couldn't understand myself.

"Do you want to have a second round?"

After these words, I couldn't do anything but chuckle. It was a really unusual offer. And I accepted it for a similar reason. After all, whatever comes out of this will be a problem for my future self.

As soon as I woke up in the morning, I kept staring at the ceiling above me, which I couldn't see very well because of the darkness that still prevailed above this part of the planet even though dim lights above my bed were turned on. I brought my right hand closer to my face and then began nervously biting my thumb nail, while the figure next to me was still sleeping quite dangerously close to me.

I winced slightly as Damien shifted and rolled onto his side so that he was now lying face down right next to mine. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see if he was already awake, but it seemed that he wasn't yet, so I kept thinking about what I could do, since it was still quite early for work. Thinking about all of this wouldn´t change anything anyway so why should I waste my time with that.

So with a sigh I finally sat up with the quilt pulled to my chest and looked around the darkened room. Somewhere on the ground lay the clothes I had worn the last night. Looking for them will be so much fun for sure.

I gasped in a small shock as soon as I felt a cold touch on my spine. I turned my head and looked down at Damien who was watching me with a slight smile. Now he was lying on his back again with one hand under his head and the fingers of his other hand running over my back. It was immediately clear to me that he was copying the lines of my tattoo with them.

"How much time before I have to be out?" Damien asked, his eyes fixed on the inked image on my back. I shrugged.

I didn't care at all. When he slept here before, he disappeared without me noticing with the clothes which he still hasn't returned to me. And I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to borrow some again. However, I didn't have an endless amount of clothes in my closet, so I could't just throw them around without getting any of them back. I had to talk to him about that for sure.

Damien suddenly sat up and then got off the bed, to which he looked around the floor where the clothes were strewn about. He finally focused on one piece of his outfit from yesterday on the other side of the room and made his way over to it while I propped myself up on my elbows not letting go of the sight of the completely tanned naked guy in my room who had some nice curves as I had already found out.

Maybe I made a few pretty stupid basic mistakes, but it happens. Somehow, this fact doesn't bother me as much as I expected last night. However, I still should probably sit down and think about myself. Just kidding.

"Are you enjoyin´ the view?"

With one raised eyebrow, I looked at Damien, who gave me exactly the same look. Well, I thought he did, at least. Now he held in his hands what he was looking for. His underwear, it seemed. He stood there as if he was waiting for something, but not for very long, because he then turned and went to the door, which he carefully peeked out, which made me laugh.

I sat up again. I had to start doing something because I had work waiting for me once again and therefore I couldn't spend the whole day in my bed even if I wanted to. Sometimes I regretted taking over here, but at least I didn't have to look for a new place to live.

In the end, I decided to get out of bed and throw some clothes on myself, after which I also decided to pick up the mess from the ground from yesterday and sort of put it together and throw it in one pile.

And just when I was putting the last piece of clothing on the pile on a chair in the corner of the room, Damien's arms wrapped around my waist and I flinched in surprise, causing him to chuckle. I wanted to turn my head to look at him, but before that, he managed to rest his chin on my shoulder and I could feel his breath on my neck. Which was a rather strange feeling. It made me nervous. Fucker.

"Will you lend me something to wear?"

I rolled my eyes at his question: "So that you don't return the clothes?"

"You can come and get it."

I turned to face Damien, crossing my arms over my chest and giving him a questioning look. He said it as if he had an apartment down the street and not in a completely different part of the city. However, it was understandable that he didn't care at all since it was my clothes, not his.