A Special Type Of Gnache (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Eleven: Grasp

CRUNCHY CHIP COOKIES POV:

"You're telling me that once you played with them, you somehow stripped all your clothes except your boxers, had many things written on your body, had makeup on you, and had a hair do?"  Wildberry concerningly said with a tone that he was absolutely disappointed in. "And you're certain that no one sexually assaulted you...?"

When I told Wildberry the whole story, he was in a lost of words. The whole backstory seemed rather unbelievable, and rather fictional, but I had to assure him that this was real. At first he thought nothing of it; actually, he thought it was really wholesome that the people I met were friendly.

"Mhm! A hundred percent sure. Once I woke up, I was carried to Powdered Sugar Cookies place where he took care of me. To be honest, I thought I was being kidnapped, but that really wasn't the case. I had a horrible hangover though, but he gave me pain killer specifically for my head."

"That's nice. Though, how does this go under embarrassing? I get that you were terribly under influence of alcohol, but this would be rather humiliating, not embarrassing."

I chuckled to myself and fetched my phone from my pocket, "Just wait until you see the videos Molasses, Papaya, and Powdered Sugar got," giving him the phone, he started at the contents infront of him.

The video displayed of Dark Molasses cookie holding the camera as it was pointing to me. I was behind the bar with the bartender trying to flirt with him with sluggish hand motions. The bartender looked rather confused, and disturbed. Two arms wrapped around his stomach as I gave him a side hug and many kisses around his head. It was funny, yet gross. On the right, papaya cookie was seen rather jealous yet amused on these actions, with loud barks of laughter errupting from his systems. Though this may seem like harassment, the bartender once turned to his side hug and hugged me back resting his head on my short shoulder. He gave me affection and kisses that were unexpected. Once he did that though, the bar errupted with "oooohs" and "ahhhs" if excitement like it was some sort of fucking musical in those TV tales.

The camera displayed Powdered sugar cookie looking rather agitated with my actions as he wanted to continue reading his newspaper. He often skipped or disagreed with all the truth or dares we gave him so it was mainly us three.

"LOOK AT MY BABY GETTING EVERYONE!" Dark Molasses screams behind the camera.

My eyes were drooping with a smile that looked hand drawn of a kindergartener. My toothy smirk was stuck on as the bartender enjoyed my presence.
He continued giving me countless neck and face kisses as he touched me gently with no harm. This was what I wanted, and I got it from a guy that serves alcohol to many people. Thankfully our age was only a year off, because who knows, he could of been an old creep.

"Thhhhle Womlgf leacder mazcakes afjnyone fkeall bfor hxim!!!!!" I hear myself slur random words that were supposed to make sense.

The bar croud got louder as they seem to enjoy our presence. Powdered sugar cookie reading newspaper, Papaya Cookie laughing cruelly with jealousy yet enjoyment, and Dark Molasses Cookie becoming the broadcaster of the whole bar. It was a good time, but I wouldn't want to relive this day again because it was really embarrassing and even cringy. Like, it was actually a feral werewolf getting invited to some beer inn and being absolutely wasted to a pit.

Wildberry cookie watched the video inspecting and gathering every minimal detail of the video and caught a small smirk on his face. It's that same iconic smirk that he appears to get whenever he's happy or some sort.

"Very amusing per say," he states in a slightly laughable tone, "it was really dangerous doing that though."

"There's even more," I swiped my finger to the right and he sat there silently watching the montages of embarrassing things I've done in truth or dare.