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Andy sat at the bar watching everyone around him. Before he'd have already found a girl to take home for the night (or gave Gwen another booty call) but he'd given up on that shtick long ago. His mind was focused on one person. He slammed another drink as he thought about how lonely he was going to be for another night. He jealously looked around at all the couples in the bar having fun. The people flirting. Even a couple drunken make out sessions. He ordered another bottle and quickly downed it to drown out the pain. The bartender wasn't blind to Andy's behavior, but didn't bring it up until Andy was falling off his rocker.
"Hard night?" Andy laughed and sighed, "Oh you don't even know." The bartender nodded. "Hit me. I'm sure it's nothing I haven't heard before." The bartender's sincerity mixed with Andy's drunkenness made Andy willing to dump all his problems out in the open. "Well... I really like my friend. But I feel like I can't do anything about it. He- She'll hate me if she knows." The bartender looked at him with an expressionless glance. As he suspected, another lovestrucken person who wanted someone they believed they couldn't have, and to cope drown their sorrows in liquor. He thought for a minute before saying, "What makes you say that? Is "she" not into men?" Andy began to slur his words and rock a little. "I dunno. I just think saying anything would ruin everything." The bartender smiled. "How will you know until you try?" These words struck Andy to his core and he knew what he had to do. He had to go home now. He slapped $100 down on the table and tried to walk but fell over. "Sir I think your bar is spinning," he whined. The bartender rolled his eyes and called a taxi to take Andy home, and was even nice enough to walk him out to his taxi.
Andy regained some mobility as the taxi pulled up to the apartments. He quickly got up and ran for the elevator, rapidly pressing the button to his floor. The elevator made it up to his floor and he ran out, almost tripping several times on the way. He struggled to find his keys as he tried to unlock the door, but was lucky as Jim happened to notice him at the door and let him in. "Oh man, you're trashed," Jim laughed watching Andy stumble in. However, he stopped laughing as he saw how panicked Andy looked. "Jim, I love you," he yelled in a panic. Jim was taken aback by this. "Woah, what are you talking about?" Andy couldn't find any words and could only respond by leaning onto Jim and wrapping his arms around him. "I'm sorry," he mumbled with a shaky voice. Jim was mentally malfunctioning as he tried to figure out whether this was real or if he was just high.
Jim couldn't bring himself to do anything in the moment. When Andy was able to stop crying he looked up at Jim with wide, teary eyes, which Jim would've found cute if it wasn't for the fact that Andy was crying. When Andy calmed down he managed to force some words out of him. "I can't keep this to myself any longer. I love you. And I know this will ruin everything for us, but-" Jim kissed Andy on the head, shutting him up. "You haven't ruined everything," Jim whispered to Andy, hoping to reassure him. "Are you sure," Andy anxiously asked. Jim nodded as he looked into Andy's eyes. "I love you too, man." Andy clinged onto Jim again for a moment before finally letting go. "Y'know," Jim said, "You've always had the cutest puppy dog eyes." Jim and Andy both looked at each other lovingly before kissing each other on the lips.