Eminem paid for my drink?

Lets go to a park

I watch as my brothers leave, them still looking pissed. "So they seem like bundles of joy." 50 cent says sarcastically while laughing.

"They're very over protective, they always have been." I say taking another shot as I feel the burning liquid down my throat. As I feel Marshals eyes staring at me.

"Yeah I can tell." Marshal says rolling his eyes.

"Yo Em you and Rose can go off and do what you want, we can speak about the tour tomorrow in the studio." Proof says, as Eminem wastes to time as he grabs my arm softly and walks back to the bar still holding my hand. He buys me another drink and at this point I'm slightly wasted.

"Let's go to a park." I say with a goofy smile.

"What are we five?"

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"I haven't been to a park since I was nine."

"Exactly your to busy being old come on let's go." I say grabbing his hand and walking out the party as his friends watch us laughing at the way I was getting him to go to a playground.

"I'm not even that much older than you." Eminem says rolling his eyes as we walk out the building.

"You kinda are."

"I am not."

"I can't even legally drink in most states, trust me you're kinda old." I say as keep walking to the park as he follows me.

"Stop making me feel old." He says looking at me and I could've sworn I say a slight smile on his face. I keep walking looking down at the floor with a smile, knowing I made the Eminem who's notorious for not smiling, smile.

I run up to the park and sit on the swings as he sits down on the one next to me. I push my feet off the floor moving slightly.

"So what do you wanna talk about." I ask looking at him as the alcohol starts to kick in.

"I don't know, you're the one who brought me here."
Eminem says some how not drunk at all even though he drank way more than me.

"You spoke to me first." I say.

"Touché." He says looking at me with a weird expression on his face.

"What's wrong." I ask.

"How are you so innocent it really baffles me." He replied looking at me slightly confused.

"I cover up my sadness with over compensating happiness well at least that's what my brothers say." I say not really knowing why I answered him truthfully, I came to the conclusion it was the alcohol.

"How did you get those scars on your back there dozens of them, I saw them earlier when you were taking with your brother." He asks me seriously.

"My dad, he didn't like me too much."  I say very confused on why I'm telling him this, I haven't told my therapist this stuff and I've been speaking to her for years. It may seem like a small detail but trust me this conversation could go so badly if I told it to her. "Can we not talk about this please." I ask him as I see him nod. "Whats your favourite colour" I ask changing the subject.

"Black, what about you?" He says.

"Black isn't a colour it's a shade, my favourite colour if green but not like gross neon green or the typical light green more like a dark forest." I say as he looks at me and I can't tell if he's confused or just looking at me because he wants to. "Come on there's no way black is your favourite colour, please tell me you're actually favourite I won't tell anyone I pinky swear." I say holding up my pinky finger.

"It's dark red, kinda like old wine but a bit darker." He says with a chuckle when he noticed I was holding out my pinky finger as a pinky promise. Although he does put his finger out as well and lock them together.

Fun fact - Rose once broke her arm at a park because a kid pushed her off the slide, she punched him a couple days later when her brothers convinced her to (little Rose was a terror but trust me teenage Rose was worse).