Escaping Grace

This was not how I thought tonight was going to go, I thought, singing rock band with Andrew Biersack.
We had switched from Kiss to Guns N Roses and then even one BVB song.
He was nice enough to fix me two more of those badass concoctions from his ex girlfriend whose name my buzzed brain had lost. It had been only a month or two since their breakup, though.
I shook my head, amd plopped back on the couch, giggling.
Andy laughed, falling down beside me, shaking his head. "You know Guns N Roses well," he said, and I grinned at him. "That was what I was raised too," I said, forcing myself up.
I stumbled to my feet, and hit pause before something else started up that we would have to sing too --- my throat was starting to get sore.
"I should check my clothes," I yawned, and glanced at his clock. Holy shit, it was ready three in the morning.
Andy stood up and stretched, his ripped T rising to reveal some of his lower tats.
I cast my eyes away quickly and started for the dryer. I pulled my clothes out, all warm and probably tight now. I pressed my face into them as I started to the bathroom.
"Want some chips?" he asked as I walked by.
"Sure," I stepped into the bathroom and flipped on the lights. I nudged the door shut with my foot, and didn't even look at myself in the mirror. I probably looked like drunk tired sung out trash at this point.
I dropped his sweat pants and skimmied into my jeans, now skin tight, and tossed off his shirt. I pulled on my tank and my shirt, and quickly folded his borrowed clothes. I pulled the tie out of my hair and onto my wrist, and dragged my fingers through it again. I grimaced; there was no saving this mess.
I let it go, leaving it down and unkempt. I didn't think my hair mattered at this point.
I turned and took a deep breath, staring at the towels hanging off the door. My mind was buzzing with too much potent drinks and the adrenaline from jumping around and screeching to rock band was starting to wear off.
I shook my head and stepped back out, seeing Andy was sitting on the couch again, two different chip bags with him. "There's barbecue and doritos," he called as the door opened. "I just grabbed both."
"That's cool," I said. "Um, where do you want me to put your clothes?"
He twisted to look at me over the couch, his blue eyes bright and catching mine. He glanced me over, and then blinked.
"Uhh, just leave 'em on the dryer, I'll put them up later," he said, and I nodded, hastily walking down the hallway, feeling his eyes on my back as he went. I ran a hand through my hair self consciously. Did it look that bad? I wondered, folding the clothes again nervously.
It was late, and I needed to go, and we never had called any of his mates to get in touch with mine; rock band had been more important.
I hastily hurried back down the hall, and then to the couch. I lifted up Andys jacket, pulling my house keys out of his pocket.
My phone sat on the bar in a bag of rice, though I doubted it could be saved. I clipped my keys onto my belt loops, and glanced down, seeing my discarded boots. I started to the bar.
"Um, look, I think I should get going," I said, my back to Andy as I dug my phone out of rice and started putting it back together. "It's really late."
I heard him get up, and turned to look at him. "Thanks for letting me hang, though."
"Yeah, no problem," he said, carrying the chip bags with him. He offered me the doritos, and I took the bag; you cant turn down doritos.
I munched on one as he tossed the other bag back into the pantry. "My phone is working," I said in shock, seeing the screen light up.
"Magic rice," Andy told me with a grin. "You have no idea how many times I've lost my phones in water."
I smiled.
He took another swig of probably his thousandth beer; he had the alcohol tolerance of a god.
I pushed away from the counter.
"Well, I gotta go," I said, and went to my boots. I leaned against the couch, and slipped one on. I began lacing it up halfway.
"You could just stay over. It's late," Andy said, and I glanced up. He was leaning against the bar, staring at me. "I have a spare room."
"Ah, I'd better not," I shook my head, slipping my second boot on.
I was too intoxicated and he was too hot for me to even think one minute that I could stay in that spare room.
"Why not? I dont bite," he said with a grin, and I shook my head.
I straightened, slightly wobbly.
"It's not you I'm worried about," I said thoughtlessly, and I reddened.
I did not just say that.
Oh no.
Brain to mouth filter had apparently shut off.
Andy looked startled a minute, then laughed.
Oh my god, I cringed, now would be the moment to make my exit

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