Tyler x Craig [One-Shot]

Tyler and Craig had been friends for a while, they had been together through their first year of University and decided that they need a gap year to just get a break. They both had chosen a subject they both clearly had no expertise except a SkillShare course (if I was sponsored I wouldn't be making this). Craig had managed to convince Tyler to go to Ireland despite his complaining and masked it with the guise of "A historical trip", which was obviously just a lie to have a booze-up. Their little adventure had gone well, their adventure through the Island was coming to an end and they, well Craig, went for a drink in a pub in Dublin.

They were sat at a table near one of the white windows, they were both chatting about what they were going to do in Britain. Tyler suggested Lancaster as it was a small city and was very important to English history but Craig refused saying it would be a bit boring with just a castle and just a massive maritime history and then Tyler said there was a brewery.

"You seriously have a problem with drinking, Craig." Tyler joked .

"It just makes things more fun," Craig replied "Anyway, what made you such a downer?"

"There's more to life than drink, we could have just gone to Germany if you wanted a booze-up"

"You just don't know what you're missing"

"I know what you're missing"

"What?"

"The toilet bowl with your vomit" He laughs way to hard than he should have, the joke was the equivalent of a car crash which set alight. But Craig didn't mind, he was too distracted by someone else.

"McFinnford..." Craig grunted .

"Who?" He does a mini first pump as his joke was ignored.

"You know that kid from Newfoundland?" Craig asked .

"The one which was expelled for getting in a fight with a teacher and ended up taking on the entire school?"

"No the other one, but that was pretty funny"

"The one that knocked you out because you drunkenly kissed Kyle? "

"Wait, you know!!!" Craig yelled shocked

"Craig!" McFinnford exclaimed angrily.

They both square up with each other, McFinnford breathing his beer breath in Craig's face. Tyler sighs as the both exchange insults like: "fag!" or "Drunk!". They then exchange blows with each other with profuse amounts of sweat coming off their poorly built bodies, imagine obese thor against a ginger whale. The fight lasted for a while before the landlord for bored and kicked McFinnford out.

"If you can't feckin' finish a fight with a foreigner, then you can't finish yer pint! Get out!" The landlord yelled in the strongest accent ever. Craig sat down at their milk chocolate brown table and Tyler pulled out a bag of baby wipes, he begins to dab his bleeding nose and a cut on his cheek. Craig sighed.

"If you can't feckin' finish a fight with a foreigner, then you can't finish yer pint! Get out!" The landlord yelled in the strongest accent ever. Craig sat down at their milk chocolate brown table and Tyler pulled out a bag of baby wipes, he begins to dab his bleeding nose and a cut on his cheek. Craig sighed.

"Baby wipes? I never knew you were that much of a softie." Craig complained .

"I wear the same blue sweater practically every day of my life and I use profuse amounts of detergent on it to make it the softest possible. But that's beside the point, I got them for you because you're a big toddler." Tyler said.

"But you love me anyway"

"What?"

"What?"

They both chuckle but still exchange awkward looks at each other, they both are a bit confused at what happened and Craig blushes intensely. They both finish their pints and leave, catching an Uber, and continuing to laugh about what had just occurred.