Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter

Drinking Problems

[Third Person POV]

Patrick walked about through the living room, holding one box full of beer bottles per hand. He set them on the coffee table, walking to the couch where Henry was sat already inhaling the alcohol from a bottle prior to the new brought boxes.

"Hen?"

Henry paused to gulp down the rest of the drink before tossing the bottle over to the ground. The bottles were a thick glass and oddly, they didn't break. It was great for Henry since he liked discarding them on the floor. He looked at Patrick.

"Yeah Patty?"

Patrick sighed.

"I got more drinks for us."

"Yay."

Patrick reached over and grabbed some, handing one to Henry after opening it. He opened the other but paused to watch Henry down it entirely in a few loud gulps. Patrick's attention went to his neck where his Adams apple moved when he gulped. Patrick covered his mouth and watched his body. He twitched when he realized Henry staring at him.

"You want another?"

Henry nodded and took another drink as Patrick opened it and offered it to him. He too drank the one he had but kept watching Henry's neck reacting to him absolutely inhaling the liquid. It was intriguing to Patrick for a reason he couldnt put into words so he just chalked it up to the alcohol finally hitting him.

"Patty?"

Patrick snapped out his confused, supposedly drunken and horny state.

"Ah?"

"Can we fuck?"

Patrick paused. He was very sober, beside the few drinks he already had. He was not passing up this opportunity, though. But, he did feel bad. Henry was drunk out of his mind, he didn't know what he was saying. Patrick shook his head.

"No Hen."

"Please?"

"No, you're drunk and don't know what you're saying."

"Since when the hell do you care fucking psycho."

Patrick didn't care. He wanted to lead him on so he started drunk begging for sex.

"Because you're drunk."

"And? You shouldn't care about that Patty," he whined.

"Well I do?"

"But I wanna fuck," he whimpered, crawling over and sitting in Patrick's lap.

"No."

"Whyyyy?"

"Hm. How about you have some more drinks and I'll think about it."

Henry sighed.

"Fine."

He crawled off Patrick before grabbing quite a few drinks and opening them. He inhaled them, Patrick watching in astonishment. He looked at Patrick again, entirely slurring over his words but Patrick could make out what he was saying perfectly fine.

"There, now c'mon and fuck me," Henry slurred. Patrick grinned.

"How about you get down and beg."

Henry stared at him before slipping to the floor. He grabbed Patrick's thighs and started whining to him. Patrick smiled but he stood up. Henry paused from it and sat back slowly. He watched Patrick leave the living room and walk upstairs. Henry whined and looked down at himself before reaching over and grabbing another drink, inhaling it suddenly. He crawled to the box after rummaging through the various empty bottles on the ground and ripped open the unopened box, which was completely unnecessary since the other was still occupied with alcohol filled bottles. He started popping them open one by one and downed them nonetheless.