Through the Screen novel Chapter 68

"what?" the soft blush on pj's cheeks is deepening every second he replays the statement in his mind, his stomach churning with both nervousness and excitement.

"i don't know, maybe we should—i don't know, will you come or not?" noah rambles irrationally and pj just licks his lips, before getting off the barstool, and raising his pinky up in the air.

"can i, um, i need a bathroom break," he squeaks and noah just shakes his head before laughing softly at the gesture.

"go ahead," noah raises his finger up to the barman, indicating that he may want another drink, and soon enough another glass is slid towards him, the brown liquid almost begging noah to not drink it because he knows he won't be able to handle anymore.

noah has stopped thinking anyway, so he just shrugs dismissively before gulping down the drink, his throat wanting to burn but failing because it seems like his whole body has gone completely numb.

he knows if he waits anymore the alcohol will intensify it's effect and there will be no way he can drive, so he quickly slaps some pounds on the wooden bar and stumbles out as quickly as possible, the chilly air nipping at his skin unforgivingly as he makes his way to his car, unlocking it and slumping against the leather harshly.

the apartment is barely ten minutes away from where he is, and he turns on the car, making sure to not press down on the pedal too hard and drive slow and steady because even though he wouldn't mind being in a car crash, adrian probably would.

as soon as the reminder of adrian pops in his mind his fingers tighten around the steering and he slurs curses under his breath.