Chapter 17: Home Sweet Home

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He parks the bike under the roof of the house. We grab all the supplies and take it inside. We finish then sit down in the kitchen. It starts storming outside. Daryl gets up and goes to the fridge. He takes out two beers

Daryl: You look like you can use a drink

He puts one in front of me and opens it then sits back down and starts drinking

Me: Umm Daryl....I don't drink

Daryl: The world's gone to shit you might as well

He drinks. I look at the beer in disgust. I hear him snickering so I look and he's watching me

Me: I've never drank before this is hard for me

Daryl: I won't tell anyone

I grab the beer and take a sip. I make a weird face and start coughing. Daryl starts laughing

Me: Ugh that's disgusting; how can you drink this?

Daryl: Easy

He chugs his beer, squeezes the can, and slams it on the table

Daryl: See

Me: Well you can have mine

Daryl: Just chug it

I take a deep breath

Me: I'm going to hate myself for this

I grab the beer and chug it then gag. He starts laughing again

Daryl: You'll get use to it eventually

Me: I don't see that happening

Daryl: I'm going to get more

Five minutes later he comes back holding big bottle of liquor. He sets it on the table and slides to his chair

Daryl: Want to share this with me?

Me: Don't you think one of us should be sober enough to guard the place?

Daryl: This place is dead, no one's here we'll be fine

He drinks then shakes his head

Daryl: Strong shit

He hands it to me

Me: Daryl

Daryl: Stop being a pussy and drink it

I glare at him then snatch the drink and start chugging it

Daryl: Hey! Save some for me

He snatches it out of my hand and looks at it. It's halfway gone

Daryl: Damn girl you almost drank the whole thing

Me: That's for calling me a pussy

Daryl: Hmph...

He chugs the rest

Daryl: *slurring* Aw man all gone

He gets up

Daryl *slurring* I'm g-gonna get more

Me: More? How many bottles are there?

Daryl: *slurring* F-Follow me I-I'll show you

He stumbles out of the room

Me: You good?

Daryl: Mmhmm

I get up and follow him to a door that leads to a basement. There's a cabinet full of liquor bottles. He takes two out and hands them to me then another two

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