She used to drink all the time–whether it be with friends, with family, at parties, alone, when thinking…
Frankie used to drink all the time. She had never found the substance addictive, but it was certainly relaxing. That was all that she wanted to do in the moment: relax. The world certainly wasn’t going to fall apart in the next couple hours. After all, how much worse could it get? Everything was already at rock bottom so the only way it could go was up. So she decided that she should take the same sort of motto with drinking; fill the cup from the bottom till the liquid would reach the top.
Half way through her fourth shot, she heard feet shuffle into the room and pause. Whirling around, she stared at the tenacious redhead that usually brought out the worst in her. Not the worst necessarily, but the most impatient. But this was a special occasion, she reminded herself as she downed the rest of her shot glass. Bringing out another glass, she didn’t even say anything but poured them both some shots. Pushing the full-to-the-brim glass towards Hannah, she waited until the other had the shot in hand. Then they drank in silence together, exchanging smiles over the brims of their shot glasses.
Drinking all the time used to be fun. But drinking every once in awhile with a friend? Even more so.
Drabble for han-gibson <3
