The Tequila Gang (completed)

Chapter Nine ➰

THIS IS BECOMING A THING.

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Tia's POV

The plan was, that we would have a toast of celebration for the ONE hour we'd be homeless for, for some unbeknown reason 3 hours later neither myself or Hunter had gone home or even suggested it.

No instead we'd found ourself a comfy little bench in the local park, like a pair of naughty teenagers as we took it in turns to take sips from the bottle of tequila. We were already over half way through the bottle.

Maybe our next gathering with be at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.

I'd asked Hunter what his likening was to the tequila, because honestly it burnt like a bitch, he said he didn't it was the first bottle he could put his hands on last night and we seemed to enjoy it so it just seemed fitting to get it again, I'm slightly concerned for him, did he not see what state it got me into last night? This wasn't a great idea.

However my hangover was nowhere to be seen, unless I was just so drunk again my brain was numb.

Those eyes.

Ok I can confirm I'm most definitely drunk again, because Hunter is no longer a dick and is back to being the super hot guy I met last night, with super cute eyes that have me mesmerised.

We'd gotten bored of playing on the play area of the park very quickly, I say we but really I mean I, Hunter just stood there with his bitch face on refusing to push me on the swings, I recall him calling me childish. What a Debbie downer.

If a girl asks you to push her on the swings, you push her on the swings.

So here we were drunk again playing a game of truth or dare, if we were gonna act like a pair of teenagers we might as well do it properly. Lame I know.

"Truth." boring

I thought for a moment...

"Why did you tell me Jarred was your cousin?"
I used our alcohol binge as an excuse to try and get some truth out of him, because it was still bugging the shit out of me. Maybe he'd allow me to get to know him a little better, instead of avoiding his personal life completely.

He cocked his head to the side and stared at me. A truth was a truth and he knew he had to answer.

"Spur of the moment?"

"I call bullshit." I said in a sing song voice "In fact Jarred told Lydia a completely different story."

"Quite the miss Marple huh?" He challenged taking a sip from the bottle, and lying down on the grass, our legs were nearly entwined.

Damn right nothing got past my dick detector skills.

Dick as in dicks as in male species (I don't go around detecting penis)

"Answer the question."

He drew a breath in and took a shot from the bottle, "ok so he's not my cousin," well no shit. "I guess I just said that because... well he might as well be family, we're quite close you could say we've been through some shit together, he's been my brother since day one."