Don't Touch || BoyxBoy

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As Leo and the group arrived at their local bar that usually hosted the open mic night, the familiar atmosphere of lively chatter and the strumming of guitars greeted them. The dimly lit space was bathed in a warm, inviting glow, creating an intimate setting that promised an evening of music and fun. The group found a cluster of tables near the stage and everyone settled into their seats quickly, their smiles and giddy chatter making the atmosphere feel more welcoming. Sophie, who had been walking right beside Leo, leaned in closer to him. Her lips grazed his ear as she whispered, "We're gonna drink, right?"

Leo gave a half-hearted smile, his mind still occupied with the internal turmoil that had plagued him since the morning. He nodded in response, hoping that the distraction of the open mic night would help ease his unease. He looked around the table and tapped the top of the wood loudly, gaining everyone's attention. "I'll get the first round. What's everyone having?"

"Just get a bunch of Yeager bombs. That'll start us off," Rex said to him with a smile.

He nodded wordlessly and stood, making his way towards the bar. He waited there, quite impatiently, trying to flag down the bartender. When the girl finally took his drinks order, he let out a sigh. His eyes scanned the bar. It was busier than usual. He was unsure why. It was never this busy. Maybe it was because all the students were back in town because classes had started recently. Leo waited a few minutes and eventually, he was given a large tray of drinks which he expertly took back to the table. Everyone grabbed a glass and they all clinked them together in the middle, smiles on their faces. Leo was sat with Sophie on his right and Jessica to his left. He didn't mind having these two girls on either side of him. They knew how to have a good time.

The first performer took the stage, strumming an acoustic guitar and belting out a soulful ballad. The audience clapped and cheered for him, their enthusiasm infectious. Leo couldn't help but tap his foot to the rhythm, his reservations momentarily pushed aside by the power of live music. As the night went on, various acts graced the stage, showcasing their talents in singing, playing instruments and even reciting poetry. The diversity of performances created a dynamic and engaging atmosphere. Leo and his friends cheered for each and every act, lost in their melodies and lost in the shared enjoyment of the evening.

Aaron in particular was itching to get up on the stage, his eyes alight with anticipation. He was an effortless musician. His housemates loved watching him perform. When his turn finally came, he confidently took to the stage, a guitar in his hand and a microphone waiting. Leo watched his best friend with pride, knowing how much this moment meant to him. He always did such a great job at these open mic nights. As Aaron strummed the guitar strings and began to sing loudly, Leo's gaze remained locked on his friend. The sweet, melodic notes filled the bar, and Aaron's voice resonated with emotion. The crowd fell silent, captivated by his performance. Leo couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration for his housemate who had always had a deep passion for music.

As the last notes of Aaron's song faded away, the audience erupted in wild applause. Leo joined in enthusiastically, clapping and cheering loudly, feeling a sense of pure joy for his friend's success. After Aaron's performance, the open mic night continued with more acts, each one bringing its unique charm and talent to the stage. The evening flowed with music, laughter and shared moments, creating a sense of unity among Leo and his friends.

Despite the temporary respite and enjoyment of the night, the internal turmoil Leo had been grappling with still lingered beneath the surface and he knew he needed more alcohol to calm him down. Slyly, he'd stand up and rush over to the bar, flagging down the bartender. He would buy two drinks. He'd drink one at the bar quickly, and then take the other back to the table to sip on. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he needed to confront, something beyond the distractions of the night. The weight of responsibility and self-doubt still clung to him, refusing to be fully cast aside.