body electric || kirk hammett

xviii.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

you drove to the old cemetery on murtle hill.

"the cemetery?" lars questioned, "we're gonna get fucked up on graves? god you are sadistic. i'm in."

it was a long, windy road up the small mountain. with yellow headlights you pulled up to the chain locked gate. the same one you had been the first (official) time you hung out with kirk. no one else seemed to notice but he did.

you put the gear in park & everyone got out.

cliff sighed, "guess we gotta jump again." he noted, eyeing the spikey black fencing that was crossed-chained shut.

popping the trunk, you and kirk grabbed the 6 pack, the spirits, and the bong james found under your seat ("hey guys we're in luck!"). lars grabbed his cheerios, cliff took the red spray paint, and james grabbed the two boards from the trunk. kirk pocketed the condom once everyone (including you) turned away.

as usual in his show-off way, kirk was the first to hop the gate.

you all tossed your cases of beer and things over to him then proceeded to hop yourselves. second was lars, third cliff, fourth james, finally you. kirk outreached a hand for you to take on your way down; you slipped your palm into his and jumped.

hand in his, you all walked to the top of the cemetery & unloaded the bags there, taking a casual seat on a tombstone.

right away james began to open the mini plastic red cups, "beer pong. let's do it." he nudged and pulled you from your seat.

with the other boys watching on the sidelines, he lined up the red cups on the flagstone grave and threw the pongs. first shot you missed; james got his in. "bingo!" he pumped his fist in the air. "drink l/n."

"but i'm trying to stay soberrrr." you argued, squirming as kirk tried forcing you still to pour the shot in your mouth.

"you can't stay sober forever." he grinned playfully until finally he ended up grabbing your face upwards and dumping the shot in.

you hadn't had beer (we won't count the night you came back from cali) since that night you got drunk as balls. the alcohol tasted the same as the one you recalled on kirk's lips the first time you kissed. irresistible; tingling.

next three rounds you made a comeback and scored twice while james only once. you won. he downed his two without a bmi problem. "you and me next cliff. winner plays lars." he called, cracking open another beer to pour into the cups.

"you're on." cliff grinned and rose.

you sat on kirks lap & he wrapped his arms around your waist, setting his head sleepily on your shoulder. you two watched amusingly as cliff won, throwing his hands in the air, "fuck yeah!!" james was clearly already drunk and downed his shot, stumbling over himself after.

lars and cliff played next.

"hey let's go skate down to the mausoleum." james said, grabbing his and kirks board from the grass.

"what about the rest of us?" you said, rising from your seat (kirks lap) when kirk got up.

james handed kirk his board which he handed to you. "take my board."