Oh, You Again - Tom Holland Imagine
Summary: A drunken night out leads to an awkward encounter on your first day as a photographer
Warning: Bit of swearing, mentions of sexy time, y’know the usual.
You were prepared to have a cozy night in the night before an early start. 6am you had your alarm set for. It wasn’t often people landed their dream job, but you had somehow landed the photography job of a lifetime.
You had worked so hard over the past 3 years to develop an outstanding portfolio, and somehow the editors of Brittish GQ got their hands on it.
The phone call was out of the blue and they asked to see more of your work, so you sent them some more recent photo shoot images you had taken, and they were blown away. They invited you to join them on their team of creative developers and begin working with them right away.
As you were just starting to get comfortable on your couch, your phone buzzed against the pillow beside you, and you answered after a few rings.
“Sooooo…..” your friend started. “You’re definitely coming out for a drink tonight”.
“No way in hell” you replied.
“Yes way in hell. It’s been forever!” your best friend pleaded. You rolled your eyes at their pathetic attempt to pry you from your cozy, warm apartment.
“What harm can one drink do? I’ll even buy you food” they said, in another attempt to convince you.
It was at that moment you heard a knock on the door. Whilst still arguing on the phone, you stood and walked over the door, surprised to see your best friend standing behind it.
You hung up the phone and looked at them with an are you serious? look.
It may have taken another 30 minutes, but sure enough you were coaxed into leaving the comfort of your home.
The bar down the road with your usual go-to, the comfy plush booths, good music and underground vibe was always something that picked up your mood a little. Although the bar was a little dark, you knew your way around pretty well by now so the two of you easily made your way to a table with some drinks.
You had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be just that one drink consumed tonight.
Three hours past, multiple empty glasses scattered around you, and your vision was so burry that you could barely make out the face of your best friend opposite you.
After that, you really don’t remember anything else that happened that night.