𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝐴𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑦'𝑠 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡

Discovery

Take place in DSAF 2

Requested by: Luan_Lunal (awesome requested actually! Super easy to understand)

Dave's POV:

"And then she just randomly pull at my belt!" I complained to Old Sport, holding my glass of whiskey in the air and tilting it. A drop land on the edge of the counter and slide off gently.

Old Sport only nodded and hiccups, being as drunk as he possibly could. Maybe I should've gave him that challenge.

It's about 9:34PM and we haven't gone back to the hotel yet. The club stayed open until midnight so we have some time to waste. After Mike .Jr got bit, we escaped without the police knowing. Leaving no trace of evidence like fingerprints or camera footages. Either way, they were also distracted by the Bite of 87's and the agonizing screams from Phoney.

I lower my empty shot glass down, tipsy as fuck and asked for the check. The bartender behind the counter nodded and leaves, coming back seconds later with a small tray in hand, our check laid unmoving on it.

To be honest, it wasn't that expensive but ain't cheal either, since we ordered a bottle of whiskey along with some vodka to spice it up. I pull out my wallet and put down the money on the tray, helping Old Sport up and walking out of the muisc-filled club. One of them dancers looked my way and smiled, blowing a small kiss along with a wink in my direction.

I ignored her, using my free hand to block my cheek from the air kiss. She sighed and pouted in the corner of my eye, going behind the curtains so she can get ready for her time on stage. None of them are getting Big Dick Davey tonight. (I'm so uncomfortable from writing that)

Returning back to the hotel was no problem for me, minus the fact that Old Sport keeps tripping over sometimes.

"C'mon, Sport," I hook an arm under his arm, propping him up. "We're almost there."

Old Sport only let out a small hiccup and nodded lazily. Too drunk to respond.

Getting pass people in the lobby is something that was equally difficult as gettin' Old Sport out of the bar. Fortunately, we got to the elevator that was empty and shut the doors quickly. I can hear yelling of people who saw us in there but didn't hold the door.

"Okay, Old Sport, we're almost there." I reassure him with a small pat on the shoulder. He looked up with lazy eyes and nodded, probably calming down from the alcohol.

-Time skip brought to you by "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!! TIME IS GOING BY WAY TO FAST!"-

"Yeah, that's about it for my time in Vegas for the first time." I finished explaining as Old Sport looks at me with a confused look.

"Wait.. What were we talking about again?" He asked as he slowly unbutton his shirt.

"Don't know, probably anything else would do the trick." I shrugged and waited for Sport to take off his shirt. Knowing this, I'll probably look like a freak just staring like this.

As the white shirt slide off his shoulders, my eyes quickly got caught on a specific spot on his chest. Stretch scars of part of the chest being pinned down often, from around one to three hours. They stretch all under as if Sport got surgery to remove them.

Old Sport glance over and scanned my face, realizing after that I was staring at his chest. Covering them with whatever parts of his shirt can cover, Old Sport's face flush as he turns away in a different direction.

"Don't ask about them.." He sounded guilty and maybe a bit upset to caught me staring like that.

I blink several times before responding, hands waving in front of me. "What? No! Old Sport, it's fine!" I tried to calm the tension that I accidentally made with very little effort. Having no experience in calming people, I did give it my best shot.

Old Sport nodded with the corner of his lips lifting. Maybe he will understand that I'm not so judgemental, being an aubergine kid ain't any easier, either way.

"This was long before I met you." Sport started explaining, tossing his shirt aside and pulling on a black T-shirt. "Probably back when I was still alive, don't remember how old I was, though."

Old Sport sigh and let his body fall down on the comfort of the bed, arms spread wide to take up for space. I laughed a bit when he purposely roll over the wrong side and falls off the bed, muffled screaming in sarcasm.

"Old Sport, get back on!" I patted down on the plush white pillow, urging Old Sport not to make a racket or security will come.

"Fine, no homo, though." Old Sport finally push himself off the floor with a tired grunt and flop on the bed, sinking in the soft sheets.

I put my arms under my head and look up the the ceiling, thinking of which possible Freddy's joint that I could go after this, where there's no sign in the main entrance saying: 'No Aubergine colored people!'.

"G'night, Dave." Old Sport turn over to me and smiled, the gap between his teeth flash at me.

"G'night, Old Sport." I respond back with a sleepy voice, shifting for a comfortable position before letting my eyelids drop.

Oh, William, when will you even realize it?

A/n: Yeah, uh- I haven't been posting chapters and stories for several reasons like school, my grades are too low, taking extra classes to improve, ect. Hope you can forgive me!

Word count: 948 words