━━━ 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞
❝ she's like cupid,
yet she can rip your
heart out with that
pretty smile of her's ❞
━━━ 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞
❝ she's anything but a damsel in distress - yet she calls herslef ᵈᵃᵐˢᵉˡᵉᵗᵗᵉ ❞
crackfic (I try 🙃
hxh...
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nine.five ; drunkard
KILLUA POKED ON THE MULTI-COLORED maiden, who was curled into a ball. "So she's still alive," he said, amused. "I thought she'd vomit her guts out after that."
A few hours ago... after Y/n's mental breakdown in the ship, they decided to raid the kitchen. Gon, being the little angel he was, refused to drink. "My aunt said to not drink till I turned 20!"
Y/n gave a smirk, "Dear," she said dramatically, "You're 18. Live a little, here try this... vodka with something else mixed in there, it's quite the treat!" She lazily handed the glass toward him.
Killua decided to greedily take a sip from the straw, before backing away in disgust. "You don't want to taste that," he groaned, "Disgusting. Did you mix vodka with Pepsi?"
Y/n recoiled playfully, looking offended. "Mind you," she tutted, "This is my favorite! What's with you?" She gulped a whole glass of tequila, letting out a delighted moan.
Moments later, Y/n, her eyes half lidded, dangled against Gon, "Com'on. Try this! I think it's beer and... something," she bobbed her head around, taking a swig, "Fucking tastic,"
Killua decided to smell the drink, "Beer and tequila," he said, deadpanning, "The hangover..." he grinned mischievously. "Well, let's hope you won't regret it."
Gon stood up. "Let's get her some water! I heard it helps!" He hurried to grab water, fussing over the cabinets, before the chef came in, his jaw dropping.
"You morons!" The chef roared, taking in the sight of a female surrounded by glasses of finished alcohol (and bottles), mixed with cans of random soda. "Get out before I make you!"
