DRINK ME
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
"This is possibly the worst idea you could have suggested," Buki muttered, glaring across the small table at his friend, "Where did you even find this stuff?" He asked, gesturing to the strong smelling beverage sitting between them.
Pasha shrugged, "Here and there. I thought we could celebrate Prince, it is your birthday after all."
"You stole it, didn't you?" Buki frowned and though he knew he should tell someone he wasn't going too. Loathe as he was to admit it he and Pasha had become close over the weeks the man had been sneaking about the Palace, "And for the last time, it is nowhere near my birthday."
Pasha snorted and took two small glasses sitting next to him and began to pour their drinks, passing one to Buki before taking one for himself, "It's only stealing if I get caught," He teased, taking the shot then quickly pouring himself another, "Happy Unbirthday then, really, you're so nitpicky."
Buki coughed through his first shot, incensed by Pasha's words, "I," He broke off and brushed a tear from his eye, trying to catch his breath, "I am not nitpicky." He snapped, glowering at his friend, "What are we even celebrating, truly?" He muttered, raising an eyebrow as Pasha filled up his glass and waited for him to take another shot before answering.
"Nothing really." Pasha admitted honestly, "I just thought it would be fun. Besides, I'm trying to see how long you can hold your drink," He grinned.
Buki's eyes went wide, "Don't you dare let me get too drunk. I know you're aware of what tomorrow is."
Pasha's grin only grew. He was very aware of what tomorrow was. "Oh, dear Prince, I would never." He lent forward, "Don't worry, you're in safe hands tonight."
Buki barked out a laugh, "There is no way I believe you. You do realize this?" Pasha nodded readily, "My friend, I would worry if you did."
Buki frowned, regarding Pasha warily for a moment before he downed another shot.