Metal Kingdom

15. Drink Drank Drunk

Drink Drank Drunk-HELLYEAH

Hunter jogged down the basement stairs with two small clear glasses and a two liter of coca cola. Asking if he should have brought ice as well.

"No this will do." Frankie told him as he handed her the supplies. 

She was sitting on his floor as he handed them over. She set the cups on his ottoman as he sat in his leather chair nearby. She unscrewed the whiskey bottle and poured a hefty amount into the glasses as Hunter was shuffling music on his stereo through his phone. Slipknot playing from the speakers.

Frankie topped the drinks off with a splash of coke. Hunter leaning forward enough to take the glass from her hand. Smelling the contents inside of it. Unsure if he was regretting saying yes to drinking already yet or not.

"Wait! We have to cheers to something." She said as Hunter brought the glass to his lips. Preventing him from taking a sip. He dramatically rolled his eyes at her. Wanting to get it over with.

"Cheers to what?" Hunter quizzed.

"I don't know. Something good though." She placed a finger on her chin and thought it over. Trying to come up with a good cheers. Her brain was trying to sober up and it felt like mush at this point.

"Can't we just cheers to us or some shit like that?" He almost mumbled out. Feeling awkward at his own suggestion. But he knows he's heard people say that before. 

A smile tried to appear on Frankie's lips at his suggestion. Fighting the urge to show one as she perked her lips shut.

"Cheers to us." She leaned forward from her spot on the floor so they could clink their drinks together. Taking a big swig as she watched over her glass at Hunter sipping on his. Pulling the glass down to make a face as he swallowed.

"Not bad." He grimaced out. Puckering his face at the feeling.

"You don't have to finish that." She chuckled, surprised he actually tried it. She was just picking on him before, she didn't care if he drank it or not. It made no difference to her. She was never going to pressure it on him.

 "More for me." She held out her hand, waving her fingers for him to return his glass to her.

"Hell no. I'm finishing this bad boy." He took another drink. He didn't think the flavor was that bad. It just hurt like a bitch going down his throat.

"Cocks! Does it always burn when it goes down?" Hunter yelled, making her laugh louder. Hunter's eyes still squinting from the burning sensation. Trying to fight back the tears forming in his eyes.

"I'll make your next one not as strong." She promised.

"Next one??" Hunter's eyes went wide at her suggestion.

"Kidding! I'm serious you don't have to have anymore. You can retreat upstairs if you want. I can be a great lone drinker, don't worry about me. Just don't get too concerned if you hear me jamming out down here halfway through the night." She looked behind herself to see the musical instruments, amps, stereo and CDs of his.

"Absolutely fucking not. You're not being left down here drinking alone and unsupervised with my prized possessions. I'm not going anywhere."