Holding Heaven

Drew frowned as he took Stephen's hand and walked into the club.
"Baby, ya know I don't drink." Drew said.

"Yah, but ah du. So can ya sit in here with meh while ah drink?" Sheamus asked as he walked up the to bar and ordered himself a shot.

Drew nodded although this wasn't his type of place.
"Only for you." He murmured, laying his head on Stephen's shoulder.

After 8 shots, and 2 beers not to mention the screw driver, Stephen was hammered. He didn't know what was up and what was down, so when this pretty blond chick sat beside him and started flirting, he thought nothing of it.

Drew shot a glare at the girl.
"Whore." He coughed.
"C'mon Stephen, you drank let's go home." Drew whined.

Sheamus went to turn his head and look at Drew when his lips brushed the girls and the girl took his head in her hands, kissing him deeply.

Drew stood from his bar stool, hands on his hips. His nostrils flared with anger. Stephen was making no attempt to push the girl away.
"Excuse me, bitch." Drew snapped. "You might want to get your hands off MY fucking boyfriend. Wouldn't want him catching an STD." Drew said with a sarcastic smile. He didn't care if it was impolite for a man to talk to a woman that way.

The women stood up and rared back as if she were going to slap Drew. Sheamus, even in his drunken state wouldn't allow anyone putting there hand on Drew. Sheamus stood up so the it was him she slapped. "Ah there lassy, ah think ye need ta get goin." The girl stomped off.

Drew wasn't nearly finished with her. He was this close to slapping her himself.
"Fucking whore!" He shouted after her, storming out to the car, not even looking to see if she had heard or is Stephen was following.

Sheamus paid the bartender and staggered out behind Drew. He went to the passenger seat, there was no way he was driving.

Drew was still fuming as he started the engine.
He could barely see the road through his tears, they were a mixture of anger and sadness. He was pissed that Sheamus hadn't pushed the girl off immediately, he was also sad because of the same reason.
He'd given Stephen everything.

"Drewbie," Sheamus stared. "What happened in thare, its not like ah like tha girl." Sheamus felt alot more sober than he did now that Drew was upset. "Ah didn't really know what was goin on."

"Fuck you." Drew grumbled. "Fuck you and your fucking drinking problem." Drew had quite a trucker mouth if you got him angry enough.

Sheamus saw that this was not the time so he shut up, and decided to let it go.

"This is what I get for taking you out." Drew laughed humorlessly as he pulled up in front of their house. He got out.
"You gonna come in or would you rather get a hotel room and fuck some random whore?"

"Ah think ah'll jus get mah own hotel room tonight Drew." Sheamus swallowed, it was not for a whore or anything, he just figured Drew didn't want to see him right then.

Drew chuckled humorlessly.
"Doesn't surprise me. Maybe I'll go back to that bar. You go have fun I'll get laid myself." Drew hissed.

That had hurt, bad. Sheamus wasn't even going to object. Sheamus just got out of the car. "ah'll be back ta get mah things latar..."

Drew nodded, hopping back in the car and starting the engine up again.
"G'bye!" He called.

Sheamus sighed and went into the hotel, he trusted Drew. Shemaus laid down, and fell asleep.

Drew drove back to the bar. He didn't really know what he planned on doing. He didn't drink.
"Hello there." A thick Irish voice behind him said. For a moment he thought Stephen had come back. But he realized this voice was far too high. He turned to see a young woman smiling at him.
She had red hair that hung pin straight to her shoulders, and blue eyes, exactly the same shade as Stephen's. Her skin was a pale shade of white. Basically she was the female version of Stephen.
"Ya don look too happy fella." She smiled, seating herself in the stool beside him.
"I'm not."
"An why would tha be?"
"I'll spare you the details."
"Would it have anything ta du with the handsome fella I saw ya wit earlier?"
She smirked knowingly.
Drew simply nodded.
"So ya're gay?" It was quite a blunt question but Drew wasn't offended.
"Nah, bi."
"Ah... tha's good." She winked.
He chuckled.
"What's your name lad?"
"Drew. You?"
"Siobhan." A traditional Irish name.
"That's a nice name."
She grinned at him.
They talked for the next two hours and before long he was forgetting about the night's earlier events.
"Would you like to come back to my hotel room?" He asked.
She smiled.
"Ah sure would."
One thing led to another and before he knew it, he was lying in bed next to her, panting heavily.
"Tha was great Drew." She breathed.

Stephen was up all night. He had horrible about what had happened with the girl at the bar so he swore he would quit drinking, all for Drew. Stephen wanted to go back to Drew but knowing Drew he was mad and didn't want Stephen around right now so he decided he would just go get his things and catch a ride with someone else. Stephen knocked on Drew's door.

"Ah'll get tha." Siobhan murmured, grabbing one of Drew's robes off the floor. "Ah can' believe ya have silk robes." She giggled as she wrapped it around herself although it was way too big.
Drew kicked her lightly in the ass as she walked to the door.
She giggled as he did so and pulled the blanket over himself so whoever was at the door wouldn't see.

Stephen knocked again, waiting for Drew to open the door. He was about to leave figuring Drew was asleep.

"Hold yar horses. Ah'm comin'!" Siobhan shouted, then jogged to the door and swung it open.