Are you alright? → Wilbur Soot

2: "Late."

"Do you have a favorite song of sorts? Just tell me, I might play it for you if you'd like." Wilbur propped the guitar in his lap, waiting for her response.

"Do you know uhm, Baby I'm Yours? Artic Monkeys?" She fumbled her words as she closed her eyes. So tired. "I'm familiar, is it the one with the really nice  progression at the start?"

 "Isn't that most of the songs?" Aimee nodded her head in agreement, not knowing a thing about music theory.

"Either way, I'll just play what I remember." Wilbur said, positioning his hand in the starting chord. 

The pub was being closed down, yet the ac was  barely running and the room was humid from London rain, making Aimee's head spin.

Wilbur's voice was scratchy but in the good way, like when singers to that voice crack thing on purpose, but it was so elegant with his voice. Aimee loved it, the slow tune of her favorite song along with his calming accent.

"How did you learn to do all these, it sounds really nice." Aimee peeped, Wilbur glanced at her while continuing to play the song, just humming the melody now.

"I'm surprised you aren't dead right now, not even knocked out. Two bottles? Did you have tequila?" Wilbur questioned, the melody growing faster but quieter. 

"Well, I have a really high tolerance, I think you just have a low tolerance Wil." Aimee examined his hands as he played the song, it was perfect to her, but she just assumed it was drunk attraction. 

"Hey! I have a high tolerance, I just don't like drinking." Wilbur stopped playing the guitar, which Aimee childishly reacted with a pout. 

"What are you? A bloody dog?" Wilbur chuckled, resting the guitar below the bar table. Aimee responded with a monotone bark, lead by giggled from both of them. 

Seems like the night was going well, for 3 am, this was the best time she's ever had with a stranger in London. And he could say the same. They played a few more songs before deciding to head out. But in reality the bar kicked them out.

"Let's get you home, shall we?" Wilbur stood up, Aimee followed, both of them putting on coats before walking out into the cold London wind. "Are you okay, can you stand?"

"What a gentleman, you're the nicest man I've met at a bar."  Aimee wrapped her hands around herself, the wind was chilling compared to the humidity inside the pub.

"You drank two bottles woman, how am I supposed to react?" Wilbur said, pulling out his phone after continuous text notifications.

"Touche, you got me on that one Brit."  Aimee laughed again, which made Wilbur grin, her hapiness was contagious. Were they both just drunk or did they genuinely just enjoyed each other's prescence for the short amount of time they've been together?

 "Woah woah, what's with the nickname, aren't you also British?" Aimee shook her head, a smile forming on her face. Wilbur squinted at her with a confused and shocked expression, which just made her smile even more.

"Fuck, I could've sworn you sounded British. Are you at least partly from the UK?"  Wilbur put his back in his pocket to pay more attention to her. "Nope, I think you're the drunk one here." 

"Wait, why are you in London then?" Wilbur questioned. "Well, my place is a few drives away, but my friend is staying here for college, so I basically have two places to stay."

"Clever, do you even know where you're going?" Aimee, in fact, didn't know. "Yes... I think." "Well, that's not a surprise, you seem like the type to forget your address."  Wilbur joked, as he started laughing  at her. "Fuck off man."

Everything was empty around them, the street lights being the only things providing light, besides a few stores they passed. It was the perfect time to have pointless conversations with a man you met at a pub. 

"You were suspiciously calm when we got kicked out, not your first time?"  Wilbur was curious, despite knowing her for only a few hours, he wanted to keep talking to her.

"From that pub? Well, they forget me everytime because I keep dyeing my hair differently every month."  Aimee replied, leaving yet another surprised expression on Wil's face.

"That's not even your real hair color? Have I been conned? Are you sent by the FBI?" Wilbur looked dumbfounded, Aimee was amused his confusion.

"Oh no no, calm down, this is my actual hair color, you're lucky to even see this." They both giggled, cold breaths escaping their mouths everytime they did.

"Mhm, you're a brunette then?" Wilbur asked, as a joke though, he said.

  "No Wil, I'm a blonde. Of course I'm a brunette, does my hair look green?" Aimee replied, nudging Wilbur a little. "Can't you take sarcasm?"

The night walk went on, they grew comfier which each other's presence, although he didn't plan on contacting this mystery girl again, sadly. The walk was only 30 minutes long, but it felt like they were talking for an eternity.

Arriving at her friend's house, Aimee checked the time. 3:47 A.M. She inched closer to the house, Wilbur following her to the porch.

 "It's really late, get some rest, stop drinking so much."  He said, pointing at her. "Will do, try to at least."  Aimee fumbled her keys and phone out of her bag, turning around to say goodbye to the Brit.

 A bittersweet smile formed on Wilbur's face, boy he was drunk. They both wanted to keep talking, but knew the night had to stop somehow.

"Wilbur, give me your phone for a sec, I need to call my friend." Wilbur willingly gave his phone, hovering over her to supervise. "Alright, here."

Aimee took the phone and dialed her own number, calling it too. Her phone rang shortly after, revealing to Wilbur what she really did. What a nice way to give someone's number.

 "And.. there we go." Aimee gave the phone back, as she was innocently staring at Wilbur.

Wilbur shot his eyes down to the phone, taking it and putting it back in his pocket. "Did you just..? You really are clever."

"What can I say, I am one clever gal."  Wilbur scoffed at the response. putting his head in his hands."Text me in the morning, Amelia."

Wilbur fixed himself up before leaving her alone."Bye Wil, thank you for tonight"  One last grin at each other, and the fantasy-like situation ended with her walking into her friend's house.