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Summary: non anon request - "IM ALSSSSOOOOOOO IN NEED OF MORE SOLBY FICS OR LIKE FLUFFY SOLBY SUGGESTIVE BUT NOT SMUTTY UGH ITS A CRAVING"
Warnings: alcohol, mentions of reader being drunk, flirtatious vibes, secret relationship, throuple, sexual tension, flirting, maybe some innuendos
Word Count: 1.7k | unedited
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"What's up guys, Sam, Colby, and our good friend, y/n, come at you live from our living room." Colby laughs, "I'm starting to regret this decision, but we asked you guys to send us some juicy, mouth watering truth or drink questions to answer.."
"And that's exactly what we're going to do." Sam nods, looking at you and Colby, "Who's ready to get drunk at-" he checks his watch, "Five p.m on a Tuesday?"
"Me, because I'm not answering shit." You laugh, "No I'm kidding."
"My money is on y/n being the first one even slightly tipsy." Colby points to you and you scoff, "Really?" You motion to Sam, "My money is on him."
"You guys were betting?" Sam asks, his tone kinda sad and, normally, you would go with the joke and give him a kiss as an apology, but this time, you can't.
The fans don't know that you managed to bag both guys who are sitting on either side of you, and you hope that you can make it through this without giving up that secret.
"I mean, we can." Colby smirks, "Twenty bucks says y/n will be drunk first."
"Thirty bucks says Sam will get drunk first." You laugh and Sam scoffs and looks into the camera, "You guys better help me out because I got forty bucks on Colby."
You lean forward, watching the comments on the laptop screen flood in, "You guys have no faith in me at all, do you?" You laugh, "Let's find out. First question."
You pull up your phone, going into the shared note, "Mm, okay." You reread it one more time before setting your phone in your lap, "what was the last thing you lied about?"
Colby raises his brows, "I can't say."
"Why?" You ask, knowing the last thing he lied about was calling you their good friend.
"Because, I can't." Colby pours some vodka into the shot glass and takes it, cringing as he takes a sip of his truly, "Oh, fuck. I hate doing these."
"Well I'm safe because the last thing I lied about was what time I was getting up this morning." Sam laughs, "I was going to get up early, go for a run, but.." he glances at you, "my body needed more sleep so."
"Well you were up late editing so." You shrug, "Understandable. Anyway. Sam. Go."
Sam pulls up his phone, scrolling through the note, "Ah ha. Okay." He brings his phone down, "You guys sent in some good ones."
