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@colexbrager
scarlett
“What, do you see my complaining?” Scarlett teased the handsome man back before a wide smile spread across her face. “I can’t wait to share this with you. Just warning you know, I tend to take my clothes off when i’m drunk off of cheap whiskey.”
“Well, then isn’t it my lucky day,” he quipped in a slow manner, lips twitching into that usual smirk. What lucky day didn’t involve alcohol or a beautiful woman. Unscrewing the cap of the bottle, he held it out to her, “Ladies first.”
logan
“I’m not complaining. This is what happens when you know an employee at a liquor store. Props to you, my good friend.” He grinned towards Cole before looking around the area. “Where do you want to drink this? The park, sneak it into a bar, a movie theater?” He asked, throwing random areas at him.
“Nah, I spend way too much time in a bar already,” though he more often kept to the club rather than the actual bar. With a glance around them, he rolled his shoulders, “Park sounds like an alright place to start.”
salvador
“Touchy, touchy, aren’t we?” He tossed the bottle between his hands. “The fuck you mean I would bitch? I can handle my liquor. You fuckin’ bring whiskey when you know damn well I drink tequila more. This shit was all for you ‘cause you know you can’t handle your alcohol.” Then he handed the bottle back. “Here, you can have that. I’ll get my own shit.”
“Now who’s starting to sound a little touchy?” He shot back with a perk of his brows, “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I pulled Whiskey cause it’s the easiest, and the shit we got the most of. Next time I’ll be sure to go straight for the Tequila, just for you, Princess.” In the end, alcohol was alcohol to him; got the job done. Unscrewing the cap, he flicked it away before taking a swig of the dark liquor. “Tastes like candy,” he coughed between the words, a look of distaste flashing over features.
cora
Cora cared a lot for her family, always being the one to check in with everyone. Plenty of people said she mothered them in her own way, which was probably sure. Out of all of their siblings, she was probably closer to Cole since they were so close in age. Despite how much she admired Clay growing up, there was something about her little brother that always meant more to her. “Hey, jackass.” She spoke, entering his apartment without much care. “How come you never visit me anymore? Am I only good for alcohol? I’ve missed you, punk.” @colexbrager
The sound of his front door opening meant only one thing, one of his siblings was here. It would never be hard to determine which of his siblings it was, even before they spoke he had an idea. Lifting himself from his bed, he moved his way through the apartment to the living room. “Maybe if you were nicer to me,” he countered with an easy grin. “No, but the alcohol helps when I have to decide who my favorite is. So far, you’re losing.”
clay
“I’m a firm believer that that glass will change the taste.” Clay took the now filled glass from his brother and sat down at the small table in his kitchen. “That’s why it pays to go home every now and then. When I’m tired of eating pizza and takeout chinese, Mom is happy to oblige for a visit. Cheers.” He held his glass up to the other man and then took a long sip. “Not the worst I’ve ever had, but jesus.”
“I hate to be the one to ruin that belief for you,” he quipped while moving about the kitchen, aiming to get himself food before he died of starvation. “Yeah, yeah; preaching to the choir, man. Suppose I oughta pay a visit to them soon, can’t get on mom’s bad side.” He set the plate of food down on the counter, reaching over to grab his glass before holding it up. “Definitely isn’t some prison made shit, but still pretty rank.” Despite the words, he took a swig of the liquor, wrinkling his nose at the taste.