airports // 5sos au

xxiii.

(luke)

I didn't mean to get drunk at Emily's house. I really didn't, but having her look at me all night with those bright green eyes, I just couldn't say no. Especially when she doubted my drinking skills. I don't drink often, I've really only done it a few times, but that doesn't mean I can't drink. I also don't have a very high alcohol tolerance, but I wasn't going to admit that to the girl who just drank practically the whole bottle of champagne. (Also, I googled the specific bottle while she was on the phone, and man, that shit was expensive. How the hell did Calum manage to get it?)

Bottom line, between Emily and my pride, I couldn't refuse to take the shots. I just couldn't.

"So, about this vodka you mentioned?" I ask as we walk into the spacious kitchen.

"Follow me, Hemmings," Emily smirks. She tugs my wrist and drags me across the kitchen to the wall of wine bottles as well as other various types of alcohol. There's a gate off to the side that's supposed to be in front of the wall, locking it away, but Emily obviously opened it earlier.

I watch as she looks up at the wall and somehow manages to go on the top of her toes to reach a clear bottle. I have my hands on her shoulders and I'm behind her, steadying her so she doesn't fall.

Now's the time where I should've led her away from the liquor. I should've not taken the shots. I should've tucked her into bed and slept on the floor. Hell, I should've done a lot of things, but I didn't.

She finally grasped the bottle and brought it over to the kitchen counter without dropping it. She giggles as she unscrews the cap and looks around for a shot glass. She shrugs and turns around to face me.

"Gulp," She nods.

"What?"

"Gulp," She repeats, "I don't know where the shot glasses are."

"Oh," I shrug and grab the bottle. Sighing and ignoring every thought in my mind, I raise the bottle to my lips and tilt my head back. The liquid burns as it courses down my throat and I almost choke right there.

"Five more, oh my gosh," Emily laughs as she watches with big eyes.

Rolling my eyes, I take another swig. And another. I set the bottle down and laugh, already feeling my mind begin to swirl. It was already fuzzy from the rest of the champagne, but I was past that point. I'm already halfway there, what's three more? So I take another gulp. And another. I'm swaying a little and giggling with Emily as I prepare to take my last gulp. I surprisingly feel great.

I raise the bottle to my lips once more, but before I can welcome the strange burning liquid, I practically have a heart attack.

"Emily Grace Smith," I hear Meghan yell. Emily drops down and hides behind the kitchen island. I panic and sloppily set the bottle down on the counter, my brain seemingly not in full control of my body. I somehow don't spill any of the drink, but before I can duck down next to Emily, Meghan steps forward and slaps the back of my head.

"Ow!" I whine loudly.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Meghan continues to yell. She steps past me and pulls Emily up by her shirt and glares at her, "Both of you!"

"Sorry," Emily and I mumble in unison.

"I can't believe you two! Honestly, how could you do something this stupid, I was with someone but I had to leave because y'all decide to act like idiots!"

"Who were you with?" Emily asks quietly.

"I don't want to talk about it right now, but I do want to know how much you two have had to drink."