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spookycatqueen

3 years ago

Okay but I wanna know what happened at the pub. for In Production

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The Interview Series

Summary: The events of the dinner and drinks with Sebastian at the pub. Prequel to hand to hand.

Dinner and one beer, one fucking beer! That’s what you’d agreed to. Sebastian however, he had other plans. Dinner was ordinary—you’d had your fair share of amazing pub schnitzels. Tonight’s order was anything but spectacular, the company however? Was perfect.

“My prized possession?” Sebastian repeated back to you over the music, you nodded with a mouthful of food. “What’s my prized possession? god you’re so weird.” Sebastian chuckled. Rubbing his chin as he thought for a moment. “A candle stick holder, an old casting director gave it to me way back when, said it belonged to James Dean.”

“You’re prized possession is a fucking candle stick holder and you have the nerve to call me weird?” You smirked, taking a sip of the beer Sebastian had brought you. Dinks on him, dinner on you. Fair considering you originally had planned on paying for everything—it was your idea anyway.

“It’s belonged to James Dean!?” Sebastian defended his answer, his candle stick holder. You threw your head back as a loud laughter escaped your chest.

“You have absolutely no fucking way of proving that candle stick holder belonged to James Dean.” It was the casualness of the conversations you’d find yourself having with Sebastian that made you smile, that made you less nervous about working with him, a seasoned pro. A professional, something you were very clearly—not. Sebastian huffed. Cutting into his next piece of schnitzel, bringing the backside of his fork to his mouth.

“What about you? What’s yours?” Sebastian snarked cheekily. “What’s yours prized possession—“

“My coffee machine, that things worth more than my apartment, worth every penny though, nothing but liquid gold every morning.” It was easy conversation, the laughter came easy with Sebastian. Hours passed as food was finished and one beer turned to two, three to five. Before shots were being ordered and arms were been hooked around each other. Downing the burning clear liquor as you squinted, chasing with lime.

“I said one drink!” You hissed, head in the towel bowl in the bathroom of the pub. Knees grazing against cold tiles. Sebastian held your hair. Laughing along as you laughed at yourself between coughs and splatters of vomit. “This is fucking insanity!”

“Just get it out Y/l/n—“ Sebastians hand was on your back, rubbing gentle circles as you threw the content of your stomach up. Almost instantly feeling better as you wiped your mouth with a few squares of toilet paper. Leaning back against the wall, Sebastian pressed up beside you, arm against yours. “You wanna go home or?”

“Are you insane? I’m good.” You let your head rest on Sebastians shoulder, both sitting on the floor of the bathroom stall. “I always rally, Let’s get another round, I saw the pool table was free.” Sebastian couldn’t believe your persistence, his head was spinning the moment he allowed himself to relax against the wall.

“This the probably the most derelict thing I’ve ever done.” Sebastian chuckled as he felt your head get a little heavier on his shoulder.

“You’ve never had a nap on the floor of a pub bathroom before?” Sebastian shook his head in disbelief, he hadn’t. “God you haven’t lived, I once fell asleep on the toilet for half an hour before my best friend came and got me, that was at this fancy dress party her work was hosting, free champagne.” Sebastian decided in that moment he could listen to you talk all day, he’d never get tired of your voice. The way he wished it would infiltrate his dreams. “God she’d be screaming if she could see me right now.”

“Why’s that?” Sebastian asked, his arm pulling you closer into his side when he felt you shiver. Looking around he couldn’t believe where he was, this was by far the most random places he’d sat to have a chat. The floor of a pub fucking stall. He wasn’t sure if he was in the women’s or the men’s, he didn’t care, as long as he was with you.

“Because I’m free.” It was a simple three word answer that held the weight of the world. “For Five years I let Tom rule my life, I haven’t had this much fun in years, sure—I’m broke, live pay-check to pay-check, but I’m living life, hell, what a fucking story this will be!”

“Sitting in a dirt filled disgusting bathroom drunk off your ass?”

“With Sebastian Stan of all people, do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” You sat up laughing, head spinning. “You got me drunk, you’re here in the disgusting bathroom too, you’re no better then me.” You chuckled. Slurring your words just slightly.

“I got myself drunk too., don’t make me sound like I’m taking advantage—I can’t even see you properly” Sebastian added, his eyes dipping to your lips before quickly coming back to your eyes, you did the same. “Don’t forget that, you aren’t the only one who’s fighting the urge to pass out, I for one just don’t want my head in some random toilet.”

“Rather your own huh?” You asked, knowing it would probably be the final destination of the night, your head in your own toilet bowl.

“Oh yeah.” Sebastian pressed his lips together with a sure nod. “Much cleaner then this dump.” Silence fell over the pair of you as you sat together. Both buzzing, alcohol pumping through your veins. “You sure you don’t wanna go home?” You just stared at Sebastian for a moment, mesmerising his face, his smile. You shook your head.

“Nights only young, c’mon—let’s get fucked up.” You stumbled to your feet with a chuckle, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. Sebastian followed, fumbling to his feet, unlocking to bathroom door before running his hand through his hair. “Let’s go!”

“Shots on me Y/l/n—let’s see what you got.”

You had absolutely nothing. You were wasted before Sebastian could even think of asking the bartender for a jug of water, with a half finished gin and tonic in your hand you slouched over the pool table. Face pressing against the greenery. Sebastian wrapped his arm around you, steadily walking and supporting you towards the front door, a taxi already waiting. Someone must have called. Sebastian leaned in towards to open window as you mumbled something.

“You Patrick?” The taxi driver asked. Sebastian smiled in response.

“I’ll be whoever I gotta be to get you to drive us to Parks and Fairfield?” The taxi drive shrugged, gesturing for Sebastian to hop in. He dragged your almost dead weight self in along the backseat. Your head in his lap as he struggled to focus on anything outside the window.

“I’m so totally gonna fall in love with you.” You mumbled against the warmth of Sebastians jeans. His hand absence playing with your hair. His eyebrow raised in response, had he heard you right?

“What was that?” He chuckled, laughing to himself as you mumbled incoherently.

“Nothing nothing—shit, I’m gonna, hey! you wanna watch that movie when we get back to my place?”

“What movie are we talking about?” Sebastian couldn’t control his soft laughter, his cheeks hurt from his smile. Looking down in his lap where your head was resting gently. Cheek squished against his high.

“The one where he’s all like, ‘It’s sheriff Bodecker son!’ Sebastian wanted to stay in this moment forever no matter how much his own head hurt or how much the movement of the taxi he sat in the back of was making his stomach churn. “That’s you isn’t it? You say that?”

“I do, I do—“

“You’ve say a lot of things” you mumbled, eyes closed as your gave into the feeling of Sebastians fingertips dancing against your scalp. Sending shivers through your body as you sighed.

“What’s some other things I’ve said that come to mind?” Sebastian asked, he just wanted an excuse to hear you talk gibberish to him. Keep you away long enough to make sure you got home safe. You sat up slowly with a groan, eyes meeting Sebastians sleepily as you leaned in, he didn’t stop you. How could he? His hand found your cheek drunkenly as the pad of this thumb gently caressed the soft skin of your cheek. Your breath hot on his. The smell of alcohol lingering just as much is his did.

“You know what the issue with the w-world is?” Everyone wants a ma-magical solution to their problems and everyone refuses to-to believe in magic.” Sebastian didn’t know if he leaned into you or if you fell into him, but your lips were in his before he could begin to put the pieces of the puzzle together. His eyes closed as he brought you closer though, moaning into your mouth as you deepened the kiss, caught up in the drunk taste as his tongue danced with your greedily, needy.

It was when the Taxi came to a haunt when Sebastian was pulling away, his eyes wide as his wiped his mouth, catching his breath, lips red, eyes full of something between lust and longing—your head coming to rest in his shoulder.

“Shit—I’m sorry Y/n I—“ but Sebastians apologies fell on deaf ears. You were gone. Passed out. A world away in your dreams. “Fuck.” To say it was a mission to get you out of the taxi and up over his shoulder was an understatement—but Sebastian managed. Taking the elevator from the lobby of your apartment complex and one flight of stairs before he took a left down the hall to where your apartment was. Fishing for your key awkwardly.

“She keeps a spare key on-top on the doorframe son.” Sebastian nodded softly as he reached up for your spare key, unlocking your apartment door. Gesturing to the old lady who seemed to know everything. “Don’t you try anything with her young man, I’ve got ears like a hawk.”

Sebastian didn’t dare, simply fetching a glass of water and two Advil to put on your beside table. You were fucking gone. Making sure you were in fact breathing before he himself stumbled out of your apartment.

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