Rtc Nischa/Perfectdolls/Spacedolls one shots!!! [On permanent hiatus]

Noel sat in his car, not wanting to go into his house. His boss fired him over budget cuts, bullshit. Why him out of literally everyone else? 

He dropped his shit at home and left his car on his driveway before walking to the closest bar, he didn't want to feel anything by the end of the night. 

He never really knew what to order when he wanted to drink his feelings away, he settled for something with the highest alcohol possible. 

It had been to hours and it was starting to set in. His eyes were fuzzy and red, he stumbled his way outside and lit a cigarette whilst leaning against a wall whilst crouching, hiding away to hopefully not be seen for a long time. 

He was zoned out until he felt the presence of another person beside him. He looked over and saw a taller man, brown hair and bloodshot eyes like his own. 

"Drink?" The other man asked, offering the bottle of pure vodka

"Sure"

"Why are you here, you look to smart to be getting all fucked up on a Tuesday night" the other man asked with a heavy accent shining through

"I got laid off, and I need to pay my rent that I can't afford and I guess I just got tired and tried not to feel" Noel said, stopping every few words to take a drink. 

"I'm here for same reason, got laid off, just tired man. What's your name anyway" the man asked

"Noel, Noel Gruber" Noel said putting his hand out.

"Very formal, I am Mischa, Mischa Bachinski" the other man replied

They both got drunk. Very drunk. They sat there telling drunk stories and sharing cigarettes. Eventually they both got too drunk and got way to close. 

"Your a good looking man, Noel Gruber"

Drunken Noel was taken a back by that statement. 

"You too" he slurred

As soon as Noel knew, he was making out with some random guy in an alley way. A weird high school dream of his, not really as romantic as it seemed in his mind, but the rain really added to the scenery. 

7:30 the next morning

Jesus Christ did Noel feel awful. His head hurt. He wasn't at home? He was in some ally way. He looked to his left. The same guy as the night before lay next to him. 

He sat up and groaned. 

"Jesus Christ what happened" he whispered, rubbing his eyes, standing up then cracking his back. 

"A lot" Mischa said, standing up next to him. God was this awkward. 

They both just left. Went their seperate ways. Hoping to forget of that night. They were both drunk. It won't happen again.