Sarah looked up at Fenrir as he came in holding a bottle of whiskey. “Oh, no. We are not getting drunk tonight.” She shook her head at him as she closed the book she was reading. “Absolutely not.” Fenrir smiled at her. “Aww, come on. Hunter’s not home and you are allowed to have a little fun every once in a while.” Sarah raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief. “Well, fun doesn’t have to mean getting drunk.”
He sat down next to her on the couch, holding out a shot glass for her to take. “Just a few. I won’t let this go until you do.” He stared at her, clearly showing that he wasn’t going to back down. Sarah rolled her eyes before taking the shot glass. “Fine. Only a few.” He beamed at her as he poured the shots. “Cheers.” He threw it back, downing it in one swallow before turning to her, expecting the same.
She sighed before she did the same, grimacing as she does so. “Oh, wow. Wasn’t expecting that.” She groaned when he filled her glass up again. “You said a few.” He reminded her as he filled his own before downing it seconds later. Sarah rolled her eyes, grumbling under her breath for a moment before she took the shot. She noticed it had gone down easier the second time.
A few shots later, she found herself giggling like a lunatic for no apparent reason. Fenrir looked at her with amusement. “Is this the first time you have been this plastered?” She kept giggling as she nodded, barely able to do so even as she tried to suppress the giggles. “Yep.” She placed emphasis on the ‘p’ before she took another shot, Fenrir following with one of his own. “I think you’ve had enough.” He commented as he took another shot, feeling a bit out of it himself. “But you’re the one who started it.” She replied with a pout, leaning her head against his shoulder with puppy dog eyes. “Don’t spoil the fun.”
He laughed at her expression, a bit too loudly, but he didn’t care. “Alright. I can’t stand that look. You are such a minx.” She smiled at him. “But I’m your minx.” She giggled at him as she leaned up to kiss him before frowning. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his words slurring a tiny amount. She looked up at him with a disgruntled expression. “I think we’re out of whiskey.”