The Functional Alcoholic

“The best thing about this season is the mulled wine. And the selection of all sorts of Christmas alcohol in the supermarkets. That is the only thing that can get me in any sort of jolly mood. I fucking hate this season.” Charles said before he took a sip of his mulled wine. 

“Who can even survive Christmas without alcohol?” he huffed, drinking from his glass of beer. “What, you’re celebrating alone, or what?”

Humming in response, she brought his hand up to her lips, pressing a soft kiss as she met his eyes. “She’s my fierce girl that’s for sure,” Juliet spoke, laughing at the thought of a bigger lab running around. “The big ones need homes too. Plus, it’s just more of them to love. Hey.. one day means soon to me.”

Aiden nodded in agreement. “Can’t believe she turns four soon,” he mumbled, remembering when she was this cute puppy every girl on the street stopped to pet - the easiest way to pick up girls, apparently. The touch of her lips warmed his hand, making him long for her lips, but it wasn’t the right time, he knew that. “Fine,” he sighed. “Maybe you’ll get something furry for Christmas.”

“Me, knowing rejection? Oh please, you have to know me better than that. Don’t disgrace me,” she shook her head. Truthfully she believed she could get what she wanted but Aiden being as stubborn as he is and at how whipped he was, she wan’t gonna pull shit. Not to mention the fact that they were the strict definition of just friends. “I can take a 5′2 little kid but yeah, sure,” she nodded. “I didn’t just plan on wasting my breath. Go on.” 

“Well don’t count me out just yet. Is it the height? I can shave down my feet and be just like her. Damn, it’s the eyes huh? I’m willing to get contacts,” she nodded sarcastically, puckering her lips slightly. “Well, what if I do? Can’t imagine her trying to fight me,” Em scoffed. Rolling her eyes, she handed him a friendly pour to get him started before sitting next to him on her now covered couch. “I was joking you idiot. But here’s a question. You chug whisky like water, do ya ever get whiskey dick?”

Yeah sure, she was spoiled but it wasn’t by anyone but him and while she was needy he seemed more than willing to give it to her. “You’re not?” She squeezed his hand, closing her eyes momentarily as she pressed onto him, mesmerized by his body heat. “Kinda want it to be a girl… Maybe a lab,” she shrugged. “You’re too good to me.”

“Don’t think I’m gonna turn down a compliment,” he mumbled whilst his thumb brushed across the top of her hand. “You’re lucky Blondie go rampage on bitches.” A low hum left his lips, sorta surprised when she mentioned getting a labrador. “A fit lab or a fat lab?” Raising an eyebrow, he looked down at her. “I don’t know about that. One day can mean a lotta things.”

“Nah I’m pretty sure you still wanna fucking fight,” she mused, her eyes looking over to his with a swift wink. “Jesus Christ, Aiden. I get it, you have a girlfriend. I’d be more shocked if you didn’t mention her the rest of the day. But maybe also ask if I can join in sometime. “It’s real good,” she nodded before looking back with a crooked smile. “Oh nothing,” she said sweetly before grabbing the bottle of whiskey and two crystal glasses. “Eh, something like that, I’m sure. Oh shut the fuck up it’s been a while.”

Ryan could see the hit coming from a mile away, but he didn’t dodge it or stop it from happening, and instead just let Aiden punch him in the face. Turning his head to the side on impact, Ryan just nodded. “I guess that’s fair” he said, looking back at Aiden. Ryan squinted slightly as Aiden mentioned guns. He was sure his friend wasn’t going to shoot him, but Ryan had had a bad week and right now he wasn’t opposed to the idea. Pulling his gun out from the back of his pants, he put it in Aiden’s hand. “Now you have a gun. You gonna let me have a drink before you shoot me?” he said before taking a step back and walking over to his liquor cabinet. Pulling out his favorite whiskey, Ryan took a swig and looked back at Aiden.

If it wasn’t for his body keeping her warm, she’d be freezing right about now but as she got pulled closer the more relaxed she felt. She moved her head to have her lips next to his, pressing them to the corner of his mouth. “Because you’re the best pillow around and maybe… it should?”

Aiden could never say no to her, didn’t matter if they already had two dogs. They both knew they had enough time and love for more, and like she said; space of room on the bed. “I’m not gonna argue on that one,” he hummed, as well as puckering his lips when thinking about what kind of dog breed she’d want. The only thing he hoped for was for Blondie to accept it. “I do like me-sized-dogs,” he shrugged, “so we should go check that out one day?”

Closing her eyes for a moment, the girl kept her eyes on their legs and their hands. How much he hated her old boss always made her smile, only he could care so much about a tiny little man coming for her. “Shut up,” she smiled, turning her head to look at him. “There gonna be the only ones you get,” she praised looking at his green eyes. “Maybe we should but I think in our giant bed we all have enough room yet we all kinda gravitate towards you.

Aiden smiled back at her once their eyes met. She seemed calm, at least she sure acted like it, and hopefully, she was. “Make me,” he hummed and pulled her tighter. “Yeah, I still don’t know why yall do that. And just because there’s more room in bed doesn’t mean we should get another dog, you know.”

“I’ll call in a minute,” she told him, nuzzling to him her free hand going up to bunch his shirt in her hand as pain shifted through her briefly. This felt like heaven, like something she could rely on and look forward to. “Yeah, it was really cool, way better than where I used to work and the paintings my old boss used to paint. What a schmuck,” she mused. “You’re just saying that ‘cause they’re the only lips you got but yeah –– no. No chihuahua’s, they yap too much and Giant sleeps on us too often.” 

“Alright,” he spoke along with a crooked smile. All that was missing now was a blanket, and then they would look like some hardcore American Christmas movie. Cheesy as hell, but now he couldn’t care less. He felt hella comfortable with her against his chest, with her solid heartbeat and warm body. “A creepy-ass schmuck,” he agreed, rolling his eyes while he was at it. “They’re the only lips I want, idiot.” His arms bumped her carefully, like a small tease. “Giant’s smart, he knows the bed’s comfortable as fuck... and Blondie, who I thought was smart, is sleeping in his bed. So, maybe just stick with those two assbutts.”