An Alan Ashby Fanfiction

We had just finished packing up for the last show and the guys wanted to go out for drinks. We decided to each get dropped off at our own place, get ready and go out.
I was dropped off first, I waved goodbye to the boys and Mary and told them I would see them soon. The time was 5pm, so I had two hours.
I had a shower, dried and curled my hair, did my make up (amazingly I might add) and skipped over to my wardrobe to find something to wear.
With each outfit I chose, I had the voices whisper in my head;
“What a lovely shirt, it’s like you want to be raped, slut.”
“That outfit would look nice on the floor of an alley while you’re getting taken advantage of.”
After going through my entire wardrobe, I finally settled on tights and a white loose, long sleeved turtle neck dress which the voices and I had agreed on.
I heard the beep of the taxi as I grabbed my bag and locked up.
I told the driver the address I wanted to be taken to as I texted Phil, telling him I would be at the bar soon.
Fifteen minutes and $25 later, I arrived at the bar. I walked in and was greeted by a waitress.
“Hi, do you have a reservation?” She smiled.
“Yeah, I think it’s Carlile.” I said as I checked Austin’s message to me, “Yep, it’s Carlile.”
“Right this way.” The waitress replied, sounding less friendlier now. Maybe because I was friends with the band? I don’t know, I don’t care.
We arrived at the table, the boys cheered my name; clearly drunk. I ordered myself a Sprite as I sat down next to Aaron.
“Oh Vic, Mary messaged us a few minutes ago and she said she can’t make it tonight!” Tino told me.
“Oh damn, now I’m stuck here with you lot!” I whined sarcastically, Phil held his hand over his heart, insinuating that I had broken it, I laughed for the first time in weeks.
“There’s that sound we’ve been waiting to hear for a month now!” Alan winked at me, I blushed and looked down, smiling.
“You know he only wants you for sex, right?” The voice inside my head told me casually.
Damn, there goes my good mood, I thought to myself as I sipped on my sprite.
“Excuse me, waitress?!!!” Alan yelled out at the waitress, who was behind the bar, the same girl who had seated me. She slowly walked over, making sure to sway her hips as she walked. She put on her sexiest face, lips slightly pouted, her eyes squinted in a sexy manner.
“How can I help you?” She asked Alan sexily.
“Yeah, uh, this girl here needs a proper drink.” Alan said to the waitress, clearly thrown off by the waitress’s approach.
“Proper drink?” She asked innocently.
“Something with lots of vodka in it!” Alan smiled at the waitress.
“Alan! No, are you trying to get me drunk?” I asked Alan. Alan looked over to me and winked;
“You know it.” He said as the waitress glared at me. Alan turned back to the waitress, “And please deny her any drinks that don’t have alcohol in them.” The waitress laughed;
“Sure thing.” She said back to Alan as she turned around to walk away, making sure she swayed her hips as she did.
I really didn’t want to get drunk, cause who knows what kind of drunk I would be? I hadn’t drunk any alcohol since Jared tried to… you know, I still couldn’t really bring myself to saying it because if I say it, it means that it really did happen. But I was drunk the night that it happened, so I really didn’t feel like drinking, just in case the same thing happens tonight. I know that it probably wouldn’t happen again, but since that night I have been extra paranoid.
The waitress came back and placed down a clear drink in front of me. I looked up at her and before I could ask what it was, she spoke;
“Sprite with ten shots of vodka.” She smiled, is she the devil? Who the hell puts ten shots of vodka in one drink?
“Ah, sweetie, they want me drunk. Not in the hospital with alcohol poisoning.” I said to her, I know it was rude but, hey, she had been rude as fuck to me since I got here so she deserved some back.
“I=It’s fine, really. She can have it.” Alan said to the waitress, shocked that I was rude to her. The waitress looked at Alan with big puppy dog eyes. I took a sip of my drink, which wasn’t really that strong and dry-retched loudly at the waitress flirting with Alan.
“Sorry, must be the ten shots of vodka.” I sneered at her, letting her know that I wasn’t sorry at all. Austin chuckled from the end of the table, he was trying to hide it by placing his head in his hands but we could all see his body being racked with giggles.
The waitress turned on her heel and walked back to the bar, clearly angry and upset with me. Unfortunately for her I could give zero fucks.
“What was that about?” Alan asked me, looking a tiny bit angry.
“She clearly wants me dead by the end of the night!” I said back pointing at the drink.
“Please why would she want you dead?” Alan asked, in a sarcastic tone.
“Because she wants me out of the way so she can jump you.” I replied slowly, Alan’s face turned into a look of horror as he realized that the waitress wanted him.
“She was flirting?” he asked as all at the table, we all nodded our heads.
“I thought that was just good customer service!” Alan whined as we all laughed.

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