Dec 22, 2023 14:07:47 GMT
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Nash poured a gulp of his third beer down his throat before he clutched the red solo cup in his hand and looked around the living room at his friend’s house. Tonight had been a spin on a Christmas party of their own. It hadn’t been a real party of anything, just an evening of hanging out with the guys.
They were meant to be playing video games and table football in the converted basement while eating Christmas cookies and sipping on soda but Tom’s parents hadn’t been home and the beer had come out before Nash had known it. The teen had been a little hesitant at first, alcohol wasn’t something he longed for or had much interest in knowing the effects of it all after his father’s spell. It also wasn’t the ‘I’m not legal yet’-sort of thing, which technically should’ve been a way more important point, but he knew his mum would've never approved of anything like this.
The snicker escaped him as the last sip of beer spewed out of his mouth as fast as it had gone in. And not only from his mouth but his nose as well. Did he just fucking giggle? He had only had three beers so far, okay, two and a half maybe, but he was finally having the best time of the year and it was practically the end of December already. How messed up was that? Everything happening around him just seemed so funny. Mark tripping over his own shoes, comical as heck. The icing from the cooking getting stuck on his nose, belly laughing good. Jordan making a cheese sandwich and forgetting the actual cheese? Freakin’ hilarious.
Apparently his friends were still having the time of their lives too when they started to make their way home and Nash tried to get onto his bike. Yea, okay, he fell over a few times but that wasn’t his fault, the bike had to be rigged or broken. It had nothing to do with the beer, right? Or had it? Dang, was he one of those people who couldn’t hold their liquor? Great way to kill the Breckah reputation there. Nash held his finger up in the air as if he was having some sort of epiphany when the bike slipped down from under him once again, ”I’ll just have someone pick me up!”
His butt landed on the cold floor for the umpteenth time and he snorted a laugh. Man, it was hard to read the letters on the screen of his phone once he had retrieved the device and scrolled down through the blurry list. ”Steppphen!” the drawn out amicably words came out as lazy as he could muster when he heard a noise on the other side of the line, ”I missss you! I broke my bike, can you come pick me up at Tom’s? Oh! And do you want to get some food with me? I’m sooooo hungry, all I had was like seven christmas cookies, they didn’t even get me a cheese sandwich…”
They were meant to be playing video games and table football in the converted basement while eating Christmas cookies and sipping on soda but Tom’s parents hadn’t been home and the beer had come out before Nash had known it. The teen had been a little hesitant at first, alcohol wasn’t something he longed for or had much interest in knowing the effects of it all after his father’s spell. It also wasn’t the ‘I’m not legal yet’-sort of thing, which technically should’ve been a way more important point, but he knew his mum would've never approved of anything like this.
The snicker escaped him as the last sip of beer spewed out of his mouth as fast as it had gone in. And not only from his mouth but his nose as well. Did he just fucking giggle? He had only had three beers so far, okay, two and a half maybe, but he was finally having the best time of the year and it was practically the end of December already. How messed up was that? Everything happening around him just seemed so funny. Mark tripping over his own shoes, comical as heck. The icing from the cooking getting stuck on his nose, belly laughing good. Jordan making a cheese sandwich and forgetting the actual cheese? Freakin’ hilarious.
Apparently his friends were still having the time of their lives too when they started to make their way home and Nash tried to get onto his bike. Yea, okay, he fell over a few times but that wasn’t his fault, the bike had to be rigged or broken. It had nothing to do with the beer, right? Or had it? Dang, was he one of those people who couldn’t hold their liquor? Great way to kill the Breckah reputation there. Nash held his finger up in the air as if he was having some sort of epiphany when the bike slipped down from under him once again, ”I’ll just have someone pick me up!”
His butt landed on the cold floor for the umpteenth time and he snorted a laugh. Man, it was hard to read the letters on the screen of his phone once he had retrieved the device and scrolled down through the blurry list. ”Steppphen!” the drawn out amicably words came out as lazy as he could muster when he heard a noise on the other side of the line, ”I missss you! I broke my bike, can you come pick me up at Tom’s? Oh! And do you want to get some food with me? I’m sooooo hungry, all I had was like seven christmas cookies, they didn’t even get me a cheese sandwich…”
