Oddrich 17 or 44
I might come back and add 44 also.
17. meeting at a party whilst drunk au
Ulrich woke up feeling extra groggy. Blacking out has never been a good thing for him. He stretched and rolled over only to be greeted by a mess of blonde and purple hair.
Great. He reclined back against his pillow and tried to recall as much as he could before he could no longer.
Aelita threw the party and attending was mistake number one. Ever since her DJ career kicked off, her parties became even bigger.
Flashes came through. Shots. Beer Bongs. A bet.
It dawned on him then.
The bet.—–
He had already been drunk when he made the bet, but when the undeniably cute blonde boy from across the room challenged his nationality, he couldn’t resist.
“You aren’t holding your liquor well for someone who claims to be German.” the blonde teased.
“Pleeeeeeease,” Ulrich slurred. “I’m a German who can drink more beer than anyone else.”
“Wanna bet?” He smiled. “If I drink more beer than you, you have to take me home.”
“Ha! And if I drink more?”
“Then you prove your point. But you’ll be taking me home.” He winked.
Ulrich reddened. No way was he going to let someone beat him in a drinking game. Especially after the claim he just made.
The boys lined up as a crowd formed around them, egging them on.
Aelita had the honors of filling each glass to the line every time, but it didn’t take as long as Ulrich hoped.
He lost.
But when the blonde boy rolled over and flashed him a smile, Ulrich realized in a weird twist of events,
He won.