Beyond Duty - Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Chapter 11. Punch Drunk Love

A/N: TW for sexual content and alcohol. Mature themes.

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Ghost pulls three bottles from the freezer, one under his arm, and one in each hand. He sets them down on the counter that I'm also standing at. I can see cold smoke like air coming off of the bottles as they hit the warm room air.

I stand there, leaning on the counter. Soap brings a pack of red solo cups to us, ripping the plastic covering open with his hands, and pulls out a stack of cups. He places them in front of us. Gaz makes his way over. There's three types of liquor that they bought. vodka for Gaz and I, bourbon for Ghost and Price, and scotch for Soap. Gaz grabs the bottle of vodka, cracking it open. I can instantly smell the harsh scent of it burning in my nose. I cringe slightly.

"Here." Gaz spoke, grabbing a cup and pouring some liquor into it. I can hear the bottle make glugging sounds as it spills into the red solo cup. Gaz hands the cup over to me, I take it. He pours some for himself soon after.

I look down into the cup, it looks like water but it smells like rubbing alcohol. Ghost pours his bourbon into a solo cup as well, the scent coming from that bottle is even worse. I glance over, watching him pour it.

Pretty soon, everyone has their cups filled with what they want. I need a chaser, but I feel awkward being the only one who needs one, so I don't pour myself soda, not yet anyway.

"To a good mission, all the info we collected, and that all of us are still in one piece." Price cheers, holding his cup up. Everyone raises theirs and takes a drink, Soap taking a few. I look down into my cup and shiver before I take a drink. I can feel the warmth make its way down my body and into my stomach. I cringe for a moment, wiping off my mouth with my sweater sleeve and shaking my head at the taste.

Everyone laughs, noticing me not liking the taste so much. Everyone except for Ghost. He has the cup to his lips, he's not drinking it, he just holds it there as he leans against the counter, a smile on his face as he looks at me.

"Need a soda, Lass?" Soap asks, grabbing my attention. I look at him and smile sheepishly.

"Yeah, please." I say, as he opens the fridge and pulls out a two liter of soda. He grabs a separate cup and pours some in, sliding it over to me.

"Do you not usually drink?" Gaz asks, he has a smile on his face.

I look at him, shaking my head no. "Nah, not really. Not that I haven't, my whole team just didn't really do this." I explain.

"I see, well maybe that's because they were a team. This is a family." Gaz says, nodding to everyone. I look up and see Price and Ghost chatting away as they make their way across the room.

"Aye, come on, Lass. Don't go babysitting it now!" Soap says, taking another drink from his cup and tapping on mine that's sitting on the counter.

"Ok! Ok!" I say with a smile, picking up my cup and taking a drink. I whip my head back and take a sip. I was about to put my cup down but Soap places a finger under it, tipping it upwards. This causes me to take two more gulps. He removes his finger and I quickly take a drink of my soda. I have my eyes closed tightly shut, shaking my head.

"Jerk!" I exclaim playfully as I drop my soda cup from my lips.

Gaz pats me on the back. "Good job, rookie." he laughs.

Ghost takes a sip of his bourbon, staring at me from across the room as he stands talking with Price. I notice him staring, but my attention is quickly grabbed again by Soap and Gaz. We're having our own conversation.