Drink Me
Head’s Up || Marly & Pandora
“Okay, okay, okay, it’s the color of my house, and and and,” giggles interrupted Pandora’s frantic speech. “And it’s the color of one of the Teletubbies, I think, and - “ The loud buzzer sounded signaling their time running out. “No!” Pandora moaned and groaned and dropped her head to the floor. Without looking, she lifted her card into the air for her partner.
“Purple? Your house - hiccup - is purple?” Marly exclaimed. Pandora lifted her face to rest in her palms and moaned in self-defeat. “Well, you lost. Now you gotta take a shot.”
“But you know I hate alcohol. I can already feel the my bead huzzing,” In her mind, Pandora said that sentence perfectly. Of course, that’s always how it works when your a bit buzzed. “I don’t like loosing control of my mind. I suppose that’s the Ravenclaw in me. Perhaps that’ll finally be a sane enough reason to explain to my father as to why I’ve been sorted into this house.”
“But you promised. That’s the rules.” Pandora didn’t have to look up to know Marly was holding her shot glass up to toast with her. Marly didn’t have to take a shot, but she usually did anyways. Marly was always the more adventurous than Pandora but reckless at the same time. Pandora needed to research to the point of over-analyzation before just taking action. Marly just did things. Pandora always admired that about her.
Despite her protesting, the Eagle lifted her glassed, clinked it together with her blond-haired friend’s, and stomached the liquid arsenic. “Blimey,” she choked out after swallowing the burning shot. “You know, Mar? You are one of the very few people that can convince me to do things. I mean, I’m pretty adventurous on my own, but you simply take me to that next level.”
Her icy blue eyes stared deep into Marly’s, and in that moment, despite the alcohol, her mind was perfectly clear. I’ve never noticed just how beautiful Marly is. I really want to kiss her right now. Though considering the alcohol has probably inhibited my frontal lobe and therefore my ability to make decisions to my full ability, I should probably wait until I’m sober and revisit that thought. “Don’t ever stop doing that.”
“What?”
“Convincing me, of course.”
