'So let me get this straight- you're asking me to fake dating you?'
Liquor never really tasted like much to Will. It tasted of chemicals- the tangible idea of taste a foreign idea to him. Yet suddenly, there's a tangy flavour along with his tongue that slurred his words.
'Yes. I am.'
The familiar burn of glorified liquid rushed through down his throat and his fingers circle the rim of the now-empty shot glass. Settling on fire in his gut, he wasn't sure if it was put-out, or simply now starting to crackle more.
'Fine, but I have a condition.'
'Fair. Name your price.' Whiskey, however, has a certain smell. A smell that in the musician's mind painted the image of temptation in tango with danger.
' Friends with benefits. You and me. It's a win-win. You piss off your man, I release some,' Will paused at the aftertaste, '-tension.'
He was met with dark eyes that under golden sunset looked like deeply saturation whiskey- olden to perfection.
'Fine.'
Whiskey, however, has a certain smell- and Will would describe it as sunset's next to a man named George.
This very evening, 'temptation' would have agreed to dance with 'danger'.
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play pretend [georgebur]
Fanfiction'Will, you know what this is, don't you?' George voiced surprisingly calm despite twitching in Will's hands. 'Yes,' he rasped back. 'Pretend you love me,' George sat them upright, both hands pressed to either side of the car windows. 'George, I don'...