@ShadeStar
Zanna smirked back and she sat up next to Lisbet, "I'll take either. But I prefer ice cream."
(Bye.)
Zanna smirked back and she sat up next to Lisbet, "I'll take either. But I prefer ice cream."
(Bye.)
"I know," Beau answered, laughing softly as he kissed Vien's lips again and wrapped his arms around his waist loosely. He peppered a few kisses across his face before laying back down and leaning against Vien's chest.t
"D-Dork," Vien huffed, though he couldn't help the small smile that quirked at the edge of his lips. He let his head fall into the crook of Beau's neck, smiling as he let his eyes close again
Beau chuckled lightly as he moved his hands to the back of Vien's neck and ran a hand through his dark hair. He smiled brightly and sighed, closing his eyes for a few moments.
Vien smiled at the touch, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He could lay here like this forever, warm and safe in Beau's arms. He was half tempted to just fall asleep so that he didn't have to go back home. His current foster father had just been sent to jail for an extended amount of time, but he didn't have to properly leave until that night
Beau yawned and buried his head in Vien's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his waist gently. "When do you need to go home?" He murmured, as he ran his hands along Vien's sides. Though, he hoped that he didn't have to leave soon.
"Not until tomorrow morning," Vien answered softly, enjoying the affectionate touches. "Foster dad just got sentenced, and I'm not seeing h-him off."
"Do you want to stay here?" Beau asked hesitantly as he looked up at Vien with a questioning gaze. "Lucky's probably at some girl's house or with some friends. He won't be back until tomorrow." He explained, brushing a few strands of his hair out of his face. Most of the time, Lucky would come back in the early hours and would always be drunk. Beau couldn't blame him though; drinking helped forget most of their problems.
Vien nodded slowly. "Yeah, that'd be n-nice," he murmured. "If you don't mind, anyways. I would hate to be a b-bother," he added, voice getting slightly quieter as he spoke
"You can stay here. It's no problem," Beau answered gently as he continued to run his hand through Vien's hair. "I'd love to have some company instead of getting drunk on beer." He added, motioning to some of the tinted bottles on the old table in the dining room.
"Well, I wouldn't mind g-getting drunk with you," Vien mumbled, a soft sigh escaping him as Beau continued to run his hand through his hair. "I find myself curious as to what kind of d-drunk you are," he said, a small smile creeping across his face again
"I'm going to warn you right now, I'm the kind of drunk that will compliment you every minute," Beau answered, laughing softly as he glanced up and saw Vien smile.
"And I'm the kind of d-drunk who becomes unreasonably flirty," Vien said, grinning a little as Beau laughed. That was a sound he didn't think he was going to ever get tired of
(Sorry that I disappeared.)
"A Vien that flirts? I can't wait to see that," Beau teased as he sat up and ran a hand through his white-blonde hair in an attempt to push it out of his face. He grabbed two bottles of beer on the ground and handed one to Vien as he leaned back against the couch.
(it's all good)
Vien took the bottle happily, taking a sip before he moved so that he could lean against Vien. He would admit he liked alcohol a little too much for someone his age. He used to steal beers from his foster dad's cooler before he got caught one night. He winced slightly at the memory of being thrown against the wall, landing on one of the tables so hard that he had bruised his ribs
Beau leaned against Vien and took a few sips of his beer. After a few moments, he looked down and frowned, realizing that he had already drained the whole bottle. Part of his vision was a little hazy from the alcohol, but he seemed alright so far.
Vien glanced over at Beau, a smile crossing his lips. "Drink all that already?" he teased, though he was almost through his first bottle. He finished it, setting it to the side and grabbing another one. He went to take a sip, but an idea suddenly came to mind. "What if we do a drinking c-competition?" he suggested
"I'm up for a competition," Beau answered, grinning faintly as he turned to face Vien. He grabbed a bottle off to the side and opened it, already beginning to bring it up to his lips.
"See how many beers it takes for the first person to fall to the floor?" Vien asked, a mischievous glint in his eye as he began to chug his beer. Within minutes it was gone and he was reaching for another
"You're on," Beau replied, a grin tugging the corners of his lips up as he grabbed a beer. After a few minutes, he drained it and blinked away his drowsiness, grabbing a new bottle as he watched Vien.
"Come on pretty boy, I've barely g-got a buzz," Vien teased as he tipped back another bottle, drinking it a little slower just to rub it in before finishing it. He set it next to the other empty one, a smug smile on his face. He had a bit of an advantage since he was a heavyweight, but he wasn't sure how many beers it would normally take to get Beau drunk
Beau rolled his eyes and laughed as he grabbed a new bottle and took a few sips, draining it in a few moments. He furrowed his brow faintly at the drowsiness that was coming over him, but he grabbed a new beer and pulled off the cap, tipping his head back and beginning to drink it.
Vien downed another bottle, unable to take his eyes off Beau now. He set it aside before quickly grabbing another one, trying to keep up with him. The edges of his vision were blurring, and his sight was beginning to swim ever so faintly, but he wouldn't admit that
Beau reached for a new bottle, but soon realized that they had practically drained the whole beer pack. He furrowed his brow in disappointment, but quickly returned his gaze to Vien. "Looks…like we…both won," He said slowly, trying not to stumble over the words in his drunk state.
Vien giggled a little as he realized that they really had drank all the beer. "I guess…s-so," he said, giggling again at how he sounded. Even his tics had slowed from the alcohol, and in his drunken state he thought that was the funniest thing
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