~Andy and Alcohol don't Mix~ [Mandy]

~Andy and Alcohol don't Mix~

*Mary & Andy*

A female brunette was sitting on a bar's stool, staring at a blond guy that was currently creating a ruckus.

"whAt aRE yOu lOokINg aT?? DO YOU WANT A FIGHT!?" he yelled at a random stranger.

"N-No, sir!" The poor victim hurriedly left the scene before any real trouble can start.

"cOWarD!" the blond shouted at the stranger who just retreated.

"Why did I trust him when he said that he won't get drunk?" The brunette, Mary, groaned.

"OI, Mary"

The drunk blond slowly made his way to where she was.

"What are you doing there at the corner?" he asked.

"I wouldn't have been here if my _boyfriend_, hadn't suddenly turned into an absolute violent drunk brute," she said passive agressively. Mary glared at him while continuing to say, "Did I already mention that he reeks of alcohol at the moment?"

"Go find another guy, he sounds like trash. Not to brag or anything, but why not try going out with me? I'm a pretty decent catch if I do say so myself."

She gave him an incredulous look.

"Andy, are you asking me to break up with you to go out with you again-?? Ok, that's it."

Mary was pretty done. Mental note, never make Andy touch alcohol. Again.

Before Andy could respond to her question, Mary grabbed his hand and proceeded to drag him out of the bar.

"Be thankful that your apartment is near, or I swear, I would have left you there at the bar."

She huffed.

"Your keys are under your 'Welcome' rug, just to remind you. Your room is the third one at the left from the entrance of the building," she said while continuing to drag him towards an apartment 5 blocks away.

He was noticeably quiet the whole walk, probably processing what had previously happened.

"Goodnight and good luck with finding your room, Andy" She tip-toed before kissing his left cheek and left.