Monster Mash || Para 03
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“No, of course not,” he scowled, though he downed the rest of his punch a little too quickly. Noah made a face, looking at the offending cup, “Well, you’re a girl. Girls are allowed to be short. It’s cute on girls,” he grumbled, though he hadn’t meant to outright call her cute. It wasn’t like she wasn’t, but he didn’t want to embarrass her at a party. He smirked slightly when she took a drink, and he took her cup, pouring the rest of hers into his, “Easy, killer. It’s supposed to be more fun with alcohol, but everyone in this house is underage, Teddy. If we’re caught drinking, we’re dead for,” he pointed out, despite the fact that there were a few 21 year olds in the building.
“Did you?” he smiled as well, thinking about how much money he’d stashed in his pocket before he’d left the house. Noah had scrounged together something that his father had lying around. “Teds, that’s the point,” he grinned, looking at the punch bowl. “No one knows what’s in it. Apparently it was regular fruit punch at first. Then it turned into add some vodka, a little bit of rum, some sprite. Not sure what else, but it’s…an acquired taste.”
Teddy shrugged her shoulders when he looked back down. “You seem plenty tall to me,” she offered, trying to encourage him a bit. It was a habit she had picked up from the first time he let her try to help him with the tutoring in earnest. “Besides, I can hardly tell the difference in height between you and the rest of them from way down here.” Teddy could feel her cheeks burn red when he said short was cute on girls, because there was, sitting there being short and a girl.
When Noah took the rest of her drink after she’d had a measly two sips she felt a little indignant. She probably wouldn’t have finished the entire cup, that was true, but she tended to get a little frustrated when people took her options away from her, like her mother so often did. But she couldn’t react, not without having to explain. The thought made her quick to make sure her old scar and device were covered by her braid. “Well, now it’s all yours anyway.” Likely, it was for the best. She hadn’t drank before, even a few sips of her mother’s this or her father’s that, and she honestly had no idea what the alcohol might do in conjunction with her heart medication. Despite that, she heard herself ask, “Well, is there something else to drink then?”














