"I just mean like… are we just doing shot for shot, or playing some kind of game?" He asked, getting up from his seat to pull a bottle of alcohol out of the fridge and fetch a couple shot glasses from the cabinet. "Like… watching Hell's Kitchen and taking a shot every time Ramsay swears or something."
“Heavens, if we did that, we’d be drunk within the first minute!” Eve shook her head. “I have no preference for anything except that we use something strong. God knows I need it,” she added the last part almost muttering.
Rowan laughed and poured a shot for both of them, sliding one over to Eve. "Well, we should have something in the background. It's kinda awkward to drink in silence. 90's pop work for you?" He asked, pulling out his phone to scroll through his Playlists.
“Darling, by about the fourth or fifth one of these, I’m not going to be able to distinguish country from rap.” It was after she finished speaking that she realized what she said. Her eyes grew wide. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that, I— I’m used to saying— I’m sorry,” she stammered. Without hesitation, she whipped her head back to swallow the alcohol.
"Ah?" Rowan didn't seem to be listening to Eve much, thankfully, and managed to find his Playlist of 90's music. "Hey, you better not be starting without me!" He quickly knocked back his shot as well and poured a second for the both of them.
Eve gasped as the alcohol burned her throat. She smiled freely, starting to feel looser now, even after one shot. It was a pleasure unlike any other. She laughed again at Rowan’s hurry. “Keep up!” she teased.
"I had to turn on the music!" Rowan insisted, taking his second shot as Livin' La Vida Loca blasted in the background. "Woo! I will not be going to the gym later!" He laughed, coughing a bit from the burn of the drink. Considering he was relatively newly drinking age, he wasn't much of a heavyweight.
Eve's second shot felt better than her first, and once she finished, she slammed the glass back down enthusiastically and leaned against the counter. "Forget the gym," she replied, feeling herself begin to let go of her normal rationale and control.
Rowan kept pouring the shots, although he was getting a bit clumsier as time went on. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and he had a dopey grin on his face as he knocked back another drink and sung along to I Want It That Way.
Eve laughed at the sight of him. "Oh God," she gasped in between laughs. "Here." She took the alcohol from him to continue pouring. As she did so, her fingers brushed his lightly, and butterflies involuntarily erupted in her stomach.
Rowan was too drunk to pay much notice to the gentle touch, but he seemed to be having a pretty good time. "Oooh~… we're gonna regret this in the mornin'…" He snickered a bit, slurring his words. When Eve poured him another drink, he gladly drank it, no longer noticing the taste.
Eve rolled her eyes dramatically. "So what?" she proclaimed grandly, shooting the liquid down her throat again. "That's what alcohol is for, isn't it?" Even after her declaration, she did begin to slow down pouring refills into the little glasses.
"I'll drink to that…" Rowan held up his glass for a moment before downing it. His vision was very blurry by now, and he squinted a bit as he looked over to Eve. "Where'd you get four… no… five eyes…?" He asked, clumsily reaching out one hand to touch her face.
Eve's eyes widened, but she didn't protest the action. Obviously, she was better at handling alcohol than her new roommate, but she didn't say anything about it. Instead, she subtly leaned into his touch and replied. "I have two eyes like everyone else, darling. Don't be silly."
"Nuh uh!" Rowan protested, poking near Eve's eyes and counting aloud all of the eyes he could see, although he kept losing count. "See? Look at… look at all those eyes. I bet you're real good at… uh…" He trailed off, seemingly forgetting what he was going to say.
Eve blinked quickly, causing her own vision to blur. "I'm real good at what?" she asked curiously, inching closer without realizing it. Her fingers were still wrapped around her shot glass, which was empty and waiting to be refilled.
"Mm?" Rowan looked up again, although he still couldn't see well. "Uhhh… dancing! You're good at that!" He insisted with a bright grin, although the answer was entirely unrelated to the sentence he hadn't finished, which he didn't seem to remember anymore.
Eve could feel herself blush. She used her hand to guide Rowan's hand down to her waist so she could pour another shot for herself and swallow it in a single gulp. "Thank you," she murmured, beginning to sway slightly.
"Mhmm!" Rowan laid his head down on the counter, humming softly in content at the cool stone on his forehead. He was feeling very warm by now, and sat up so he could clumsily pull off his zip-up hoodie and toss it onto the floor. Thankfully, he still had a t-shirt on underneath. "Mmmmmnnh… head hurts… it's hoooot…" He whined, fanning himself with one hand.
A stream of giggles erupted from Eve's lips. "It's not that hot. And if your head hurts, drink some water," she suggested. It was good advice, but she simply poured herself another shot and swallowed.
Rowan whined dramatically again, but got up anyway to get himself some water. All of his usual grace in dancing was completely gone as he stumbled towards the fridge and managed to grab a water bottle. He was swaying dangerously, and with his impaired vision and dizziness, walking was definitely difficult. He made it over to his stool again, but fell off of it as soon as he was on, slipping and slamming his head into the counter before falling onto the floor with another dramatic whine.
Eve rushed over and knelt quickly by his side. "Oh God, Rowan?" she asked worriedly, cupping his face with her hands. "Rowan, are you alright?" Despite being slightly out-of-it due to drinking, she felt a panicking feeling rising up inside her.
Rowan looked up at Eve with a dazed expression, sticking his tongue out a bit as she cupped his face. "I'm fiiiine…" He insisted, although he did have a small cut on his forehead that was starting to bleed. A bruise was starting to bloom around it as well, but he didn't seem to notice or care.
"No, darling, you're not. You shouldn't have had so much… why didn't you stop me?" Eve worried aloud. "Stay here. Don't get up." She rose to her feet, the adrenaline shaking off a bit of the drowsiness from the alcohol, and she went into her room to grab her First Aid kit. Quickly, she returned to him and began to treat his wound. "Stay still," she murmured. Wow, the first three years of medical school are good for something after all.
"Becauuuuuse… alcohol is fun." Rowan replied, his head bumping the ground a bit when Eve let go of him. He stared blankly at the ceiling in her absence, thankfully staying where he was as instructed. "Mmnh… am I dying?" He asked drowsily, wincing a bit when Eve touched the wound.