wish you were sober

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗/ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:
[underage drinking, alcohol, drinking and driving, heavy lime, weed, talk about sexual assault]

𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌:
wish you were sober - conan gray
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♩✧･ﾟ♬✧･ﾟ♪: *✧♩･ﾟ:*

it all started a month before punz's eighteenth birthday. it was someone's birthday sleepover -probably quackity's- and the blond got dared to try and buy them a bottle of vodka.

it was a stupid dare anyway, likely from calla or dream, and the worst that would happen is the cashier saying, "not without id," and punz leaving. except, that didn't happen. rather, he was sold the bottle without even an inkling of questioning. the look on his face when he walked out the store was nothing short of elated- he was positively beaming.

and after that, punz became everyone's go-to party guy. he could buy whatever drinks you want and not once was he asked for proof of age. not. once. which sapnap always thought was insane- he knows from personal experience in retail work that a customer has to look twenty-five to be sold alcohol without id. even though the law was twenty-one, it was an extra precaution.

like a flash of light, sapnap watched punz go from platonic cuddles under the stars and chocolate milk, to partying till four am and vodka shots.

and then, as if it couldn't get any worse, punz suggested they try and get into an elite frat party... at nineteen. sapnap's jaw had dropped at the idea. "how the fuck do you expect us to do that?" he'd asked, "no shot they're letting anyone under twenty-one in, luke."

and, obviously, punz had argued back with absolute certainty, "i haven't been id'ed in over a year sap. i probably look older than most of the college students! i just wanna see if i could do it, please?" and sapnap -short, baby faced, sapnap- had never been good at saying no to punz.

sapnap thought it must be the fact punz was carrying alcohol, because the man who stood out front didn't even bat him an eyelid.

though, he did hold a hand out to sapnap. "have you got student id or anything?" he asked, and jesus fucking christ sapnap felt like he could cry. his knees went weak and he opened his mouth to speak before-

"he's with me," punz spoke, clear and proud, and the man just smiled before moving out of sapnap's way. the ravenette stepped inside, looking at punz with wide eyes. of course, the blond just giggled. "c'mon," punz smiled, guiding sapnap into the room which was quite obviously the kitchen, "let's get a drink."

the blond set down the drinks he'd bought, passing the vodka back to sapnap. "we should hold onto that or someone will just take it." sapnap nodded wordlessly, taking the bottle like he was following an order. punz was looking through the drinks as sapnap let his eyes fall across the room.

the men all looked awful in their jeans and too-tight shirts that showed off their pecks, in sapnap's opinion, and the girls all looked like they'd put a bit too much effort in. he couldn't help but think they must be cold in the little dresses- plus, they hardly looked comfortable. sapnap thought about their friend group, and the girls he hung out with- they always looked comfortable. they made sapnap feel comfortable too, not like these girls who are looking at him for way too long for his liking.