𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 [ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ]

something more

Stepping into the apartment, you took in the simplicity of it. The walls were painted gray with sharp, white trim. The couch was a forest green, the lounging chairs black, and the coffee table was made of glass with sturdy, wooden legs.

Photographs of nature kept the walls from remaining bare and the whole space smelled like fresh pine. This was probably the cleanest living space for men that you had ever seen, but you weren't complaining.

"Welcome to the abode!" Jean announced and flopped down onto one of the lounging chairs, kicking the recliner back.

"I'm gonna shower," Connie threw his car keys onto the kitchen countertop and walked down a hallway, disappearing into the second door on the left.

"Are you thirsty?" Marco asked as he opened the fridge and pulled out a water, but you shook your head no.

"Have anything harder than that?" You asked and Marco hesitated before looking at Jean.

"She's had a rough night Marco, give her the good stuff. Plus, she's our guest," Jean shrugged and Marco walked over the cabinet beneath the sink, opening it to reveal at least 12 bottles full of liquor.

"Pick your poison," he gestured and you walked over, crouching down to get a view. Your eyes landed on the tequila bottle. You grabbed it.

"Whoa!" Marco's eyebrows shot up and he snapped his gaze to Jean. "We got a tequila girl on our hands," he finished and Jean sprang to his feet, wanting to see this.

You set the bottle down onto the counter and stared at it, wondering if you should even open it. Sure you've had stuff here and there, but nothing as hard as straight tequila. Your eyes diverted away from the bottle as Jean slammed a shot glass down in front of you, a playful smirk on his lips as he leaned against the counter. Marco was scurrying around in the fridge, probably trying to find something to eat.

You unscrewed the tequila cap and poured the clear poison into the shot glass, your hand slightly shaking. With a deep breath you downed the whole shot, blocking out the sound of Jean yelling no. You knew it was an instant mistake as you felt your chest burn. Your hand pounded your sternum as you immediately started coughing, your eyes tearing up.

"Holy shit! No way you just did that!" Jean shouted in disbelief as his hand pulled the liquor bottle away from you.

"You should've waited for the lime!" Marco laughed, holding the green fruit in his hand.

"Pussies drink tequila with a lime," you sputtered out and Jean's whole expression changed as he let out a long sigh.

"You've never had tequila, have you?"

There was a long pause.

"...No"

"Well, this was gonna be for you. It just makes the experience...a little more tolerable," Marco smiled as he placed the lime on the table as he went to grab a glass, filling it with water and handing it to you.

"Hey, I'm impressed, even more impressed you were able to keep it down," Jean nudged you and you laughed, taking a sip of the water and hoping to wash out the tequila taste.

The three of you talked in the kitchen for a while as the boys continued to talk about different shots they've tried. Jean ended up putting the tequila bottle away and grabbed a bottle of vodka instead. Marco went to the fridge and found some cranberry juice and they made a new drink for you to have.

"Here, this should be better," you took a sip of it and licked your lips. It wasn't that bad and you couldn't taste the alcohol at all.

As you, Jean, and Marco all had some drinks, you turned on a movie. You sat between Jean and Marco, your head resting on Jean's shoulder and your legs laying atop of Marco's lap.