Sammy Lawrence Lemons/Smut

Stalls

Norman was sitting still in his booth. Norman walked down to Sammy's office opening the door.

"Alright stress boy, get the fuck up,"

Norman was sitting still in his booth. Norman walked down to Sammy's office opening the door.

"Alright stress boy, get the fuck up," Norman said, lifting Sammy to his feet, "We're going to the club."

Sammy laughed, "You don't have to push me around like that, you know I'm tough as nails."

"I don't give a shit about your toughness; now get up and let's go," Norman ordered.

"Fine, I'll go to the damn club with you." Sammy and Norman got in the car.

Sammy and Norman head to the new club down the street. "Let's get smashed!" Norman said leading Sammy in. Sammy and Norman started small just talking and chatting. Sammy ate some chips and Norman ate a pretzel.

Norman and Sammy chatted about work and Sammy was the first to cave and buy a beer bottle. Sammy blew into his beer, making a small whistling noise. Norman laughed and ruffled Sammy's soft hair. Sammy took a small sip of the beer.

"What made you bring me to a nice club like this?" Sammy said taking a large sip of his beer. Norman watched Sammy and felt his face heat up but he decided against saying something.

"Just bringing a friend out, why did you not want a hang?" Norman asked.

Sammy laughed a bit, the taste of alcohol already on his tongue. Sammy looked at Norman and smiled, "I always want to hang out with you." Sammy and Norman looked into each other's eyes. Sammy sat back and sipped on his beer.

Norman got himself a beer and took a big gulp of it. Sammy laughed a bit, looking at Norman. "For a person who's strong as nails, I think you should be drinking something a bit stronger?" Norman said with a smile. "But I don't think you can handle it."

"You don't think I can handle alcohol?" Sammy asked. Norman smiled.

"Man up and order something stronger..." Norman said with a smile. Sammy smiled. He looked over at Norman and grinned. "So what do you want to drink?" Norman asked.

"Vodka might as well do some shots," Sammy said with a large smirk across his face.

Norman nodded, "Okay fine... vodka shots."

Sammy had ordered two shots of vodka. The bartender set them on the counter and Sammy gave him a tip.

"Thank you," Sammy said and downed the shot. Norman hesitated then downed the shot. Sammy laughed and looked at Norman. "Wuss."

"Fine, I can get the bartender to give us more shots," Norman said daringly. Sammy looked at Norman and smirked. "Let's see how many you can take."

"Oh yeah?" Norman asked. Sammy nodded. "Well, you can start by ordering another round."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Sammy asked.

"Yes! I can handle it! Can you handle it 23?" Norman asked Sammy.

"I'm young, dumb, and ready to drink," Sammy said ordering a couple more shots.

Norman ordered another round. "Hey bartender, give us another round of shots," Norman said with a grin.

"Sure thing, here you go," the bartender said. Norman grabbed the shots and gave one to Sammy. "Cheers," Norman said with a smile. Sammy and Norman gulped the shots down.

"I can drink you under the table," Sammy said with a smile. Norman laughed.

"You're so cute when you act like an idiot," Norman said.