@wickedparadise said : “ what’s the matter? never had vodka before? " ( puck )
❛ -- is it that obvious? ❜ from the way his brows are scrunched together on his forehead, blaine makes no attempt at lying. he’s not very good at it, anyways, his eyes always a little too wide and earnest to sell something truly convincing. still, his throat is warm as the alcohol settles in his stomach, and his eyes blink as his head shakes, as if he’s adjusting to the way it makes him feel.
chuckling, he shrugs a shoulder, leaning against a chair in rachel’s basement with ease. ❛ i tend to stay away from hard liquor, ❜ he presses on, hand still swirling the contents of his cup. ( santana insisted she play bartender, and despite his protests, she shoved a fruity smelling concoction his way in a matter of moments. how foolish he was to think he could win a battle of wits against her. )
❛ if i’m gonna drink, i guess i prefer beer? ❜ he adds, though his tone is unsure. ( after the scandals incident, blaine’s been avoiding alcohol altogether. however, his friends -- and his boyfriend’s -- graduation is something to celebrate. ) ❛ but whatever santana put in this is... nice, i suppose. palatable, that’s for sure. ❜ he’s chuckling again, cheeks already pink as he takes another sip. the alcohol still burns, but it’s a little easier to swallow, and his tongue clacks loudly against the roof of his tongue as he inhales slowly.
shifting on the spot, he leans in, eyes quick to cut to her from across the room before he speaks. ❛ if she asks, i don’t need another one, ❜ he warns, giving puck a slight nod to establish some kind of trust. ( he gave him a mini shot glass in celebration of his passing grade -- surely that meant something, right? )
( party prompts | accepting! )
