sarah-ogden:
“I mean I feel like that sounds like a good time, but also dangerous. If the tequilas kept flowin’ then I’d I probably wouldn’t be able to stop myself.” She’d always been easily let astray by other people, and drinking was certainly no exception. “I mean there are guys who guys you drinks, but they usually back off if they realise they’re not gettin’ what they want.” Did Calvin think she was beautiful? Sarah decided not to press that; she didn’t want him thinking she’d got the wrong end of the stick.
Nodding as they pulled into the parking lot, she grabbed her purse and made her way into the store. She emerged five minutes later, two bags in her hands. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I’m pretty sure I got half the store,” she laughed, holding the bags up for Calvin to see. She’d also bought things for breakfast. Although it had never actually been said that they were staying the night, it was late and neither of them were going to be in a state to drive back if they were drinking.
Calvin chuckled at that in a way that suggested he had more experience with that kind of danger than he cared to elaborate on in that moment. “Listen, it was difficult to get used to. Took me about a year and probably thirty hangovers, but hey, my body eventually adjusted.” The beginning of his trip to ‘find himself’ had been a complete shit show. He spent his time drinking entirely too much and fucking around aimlessly. But after the first year, he’d worked on actually bettering himself – volunteering places, holding down a few semi-steady jobs, making friendships with actual substance.
He sighed and rolled his eyes because he knew she was right. The drink tap did usually turn off when a guy realized he wasn’t taking the girl home. “Yeah I guess you got me there,” he admitted with the follow up, “Men are dicks.”
Even as he entered the liquor store, he kept an eye on her, thankful for windows in the right places. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he dragged her to the middle of nowhere and she was kidnapped right under his nose. Cal didn’t take too long browsing the shelves, just grabbing the essentials – rum, tequila, vodka, and a bottle of fireball in case they were feeling spicy. He was able to put it all in the backseat when Sarah met him back at the car, and he smiled with a nod. “I trust your judgment. And besides, I’m an easy guy to please,” he told her, getting back in the driver’s seat, waiting for her to get back in before starting the engine.
“We’re only about three minutes away.” And the time went by quickly as they pulled into the driveway of a standalone house. It was definitely remote, and the outside was quite dated, only because of how long ago it had been built. The inside was entirely newly renovated; his aunt had been working tirelessly last year updating the whole thing, according to his mom anyway, who was being driven crazy by the whole ordeal.
“I promise it’s nice on the inside,” he assured her, getting out of the car and grabbing the bags of liquor from the backseat. “The lady has more money than god, or that’s what our family always says.”
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