drink me: i will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
“noah are you sure?”“i’m sure.”“positive.”“really?”“no.”
so the conversation kept going back and forth from hyejung asking if he was really okay with the amount of vodka she brought for them to drink. for a girl her age, it was extraordinary to see that she could handle the amount of alcohol she drank, getting drunk after 15, maybe 20 shots of straight vodka. it just didn’t seem like him, to be honest. well in her opinion, but in his eyes, she didn’t seem like the one who should be drinking. age and all, she was only a baby. tainted from the world that could have been innocent to her. but no more of that.
“positive?” “hyejung just please pour me the shot and stop acting like the little brat you are.”she punches him on the arm. “’m not gonna give it to ya if you’re just gonna attack me like that.” he grumbles, rubbing his temples before groaning once, pushing his shot glass to her.
“alright. please, and i’m not gonna call you any of those names that you like. it’s gross.”“i never asked you to.”
“just pour it.” and after an eternity, she did. finally. and he drank it straight. it shocked her. with someone who held that kind of face, he could down that in less than what, 5 seconds? she hollers, clapping her hands before patting him on the back. at least they weren’t at a club, or else he’d just get more irritated with the amount of people around them. “you actually held up pretty well. i’m proud.”
there were a few things that made her proud. her fighting skills were one, and drinking tolerance. it just amused her to see someone who could drink as well as her. a rare sight, since people would be passed out on the second can of beer while she’d be passed out after two whole packs. “i didn’t know you drank so.. well.”
he only smiled up at her, amused that he had reached her expectations in drinking. and trust, hyejung had very high expectations. it was like how parents did to their children, with high grades and all. if they got high grades, then they expected to come back home with high grades from there on out. so hyejung pour herself a shot and clinked it against his own glass. “to noah. ey? drink to your hearts content.”
