Nordics X Drunk! Reader - Types of Drunks

Types of Drunks

"Come on (F/N)! Bet you can't down as many drinks as I can!" Mathias grinned at (F/N), almost pleading her to dig through her pockets for her loose change, and buy a drink from the bartender who was patiently pouring different beverages into tall glasses, and handing them out to different customers. If there was something (F/N) never did, it was backdown, and this was almost like a dare to her. If Mathias challenged her to a drinking contest, then she wasn't going to refuse, and she was sure as hell going to win. She grinned back at him, her eyes burning with the thrill of competition while the rest of the Nordics around her seemed to sigh.

"You're on," she said, slamming down a note of money on the table and calling over the bartender. If only she hadn't listened to a word he said...

Tonight, like the many other nights (F/N) spent out with her friends at the bar, would usually end in one outcome. She'd be dragging their drunken selves home, with her being the only sober person there, but tonight was different.

"Ah, but you don't drink (F/N)," Tino noted cautiously, shooting her a worried look. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Everyone else always got drunk, while (F/N) never even touched alcohol, as she'd never really liked the taste of it. This time though, she'd been challenged, and it'd be the first time she'd be drinking for a while.

"Of course! It'll be fine Tino! Don't worry!" Yet another warning she should've headed, but as the tall glasses of alcohol were placed before her and her friends, she didn't think much before downing it.

One glass in, she didn't feel much different, and she was quickly ordering another glass in an attempt the beat Mathias. The pair of them glared at each other mischievously, before gaining their second glass of alcohol. Lukas and Emil sat on one side of (F/N) and Mathias, quietly drinking their own drinks, while Tino and Berwald sat on the other side, Tino making pleasant conversation and attempting to stop his rowdy friends from drinking themselves to death so early in the evening.

A few hours later, (F/N) had downed three glasses of beer, and she was starting to feel tipsy. She'd never gotten drunk before, so she had no clue what her tolerance to alcohol was, but so far, she was doing okay. She was starting to get a bit hazy, but she still wouldn't admit defeat. Mathias was onto his fourth, and since he was a seasoned drinker, he was much better at this than (F/N). Again, why had she accepted this challenge?

Then she took her fourth glass, despite the bartender's odd looks, and attempted to down it. She finally finished the glass, slamming it down on the table with mirth and gaining the attention of a few of the pub-goers.

She couldn't remember a thing afterwards.

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Well, I said I'd write something silly, especially since everything on my account is so dull... But anyway, don't worry, I'm still going to update other things, I know it must be annoying that I keep releasing books and not updating old ones... I also recently watched a really messed up TV show, and to stop myself from writing something dark, I'm writing this instead!

To keep it interesting, I'm using different types of drunks, and each character will have a different ending. Iceland is first, because he's my fave!