Vodka.
Drop a drink into my ask box and my muse’ll prepare it:
Vodka - Muses want to get piss-ass drunk and make out.
You know I’m a lightweight when it comes to drinking. I’ll probably end up getting drunk first–as usual. This isn’t fair. Why don’t you start first and I’ll follow when we’re sure you’re well on your way to complete surrender to alcohol?
Those were just some of the thoughts that crossed Thorn’s mind as he and Sehun had begun opening bottles of liquor, spreading them out over the wooden coffee table in his apartment’s living room. It was a set deal. They had planned on drinking the entire night merely for the fun of it, and the added rush of doing things they normally wouldn’t (like making out a little more aggressively than their usual). Plus, it was something the pair hadn’t done before and it seemed like a good idea at the time they discussed their little event. Unfortunately Thorn had made the mistake of overlooking his little problem with alcohol. He absorbed too fast. Got hit too fast.
Of course he knew any attempt he dared make to weasel out of the agreement would earn him an upset Sehun. Or a fight. So instead of trying to get out of it, he sucked up his complaints, excuses, and all, and took a bottle of the hardest drink, raising it in the direction of his companion. “Shall we?”
