Walking Dead Game Collection

"The Drunk Life"

Title: The Drunk Life
Characters: Clementine, Luke
Summary: Eighteen year old Clementine and a twenty seven year old Luke find a bottle of alcohol and decide to get drunk together. While both of them are drunk, they accidently reveal their "feelings" for each other.
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His smirk said it all.

"No."

Luke's shoulders caved at Clementine's bitter, firm demeanour. He had to admit, while he admired the girl for her stubbornness, at times, he found it to be her fatal flaw. "Oh come on, Clem."

"I said no, Luke." Her crossed arms grew tighter at his refusal to listen. "You know we can't afford to goof off."

"But we can never afford to goof off." He whined, his left-hand clasping the red wine bottle wavering by his leg in defeat. He held it by the neck, listening as the bitter liquid sloshed around inside. "I don't see why tonight of all nights is a bad one to crack this open and relax."

"I don't see why tonight of all nights is a good one."

"Clem," his voice, suddenly frustratingly serious opposed to his normal aloofness, caught her by surprise. "You can't be on guard all the time." His voice was plain and exhausted. "Sometimes you need to have fun. It's always a good time for that."

Clementine knit her brows, her previously intrigued stance stiffening given his claim. "What do you mean 'we can't be on guard all the time'? Do you see the world out there?" She scoffed, head shaking. "We don't have a choice."

He groaned, shoving the bottle into her chest, fumbling the girl backward a step. "Look," he began, clearly exasperated from her lack of willingness. "Just take one swing? Then I'll stop bugging you."

The teen hesitated, her hands tensely positioned at her sides. She could feel the chill of the bottle against the bare skin on her neck, sending a chill through her spine. With a scoff, swinging her hands aggressively, she removed it from his grasp. "If it'll stop this conversation, gladly."

With ease, the girl tilted the bottle back against her lips. Even taking the two solid gulps of the bitter liquid rolling down her throat and collecting in her stomach, she felt guilt cloud her gaze. She had jobs to do. She had tasks to conquer. How was she about to do that if all Luke wanted to do was drink?

Grunting, she passed the bottle back, then sighed. "There. Happy?"

Luke raised an eyebrow, bringing the bottle to his own. "Not as happy as I would be if you'd have more." He swung back a gulp, squeezing his eyes shut at the bitter sensation. Still, somewhat sputtering after he gulped, he spoke. "But for now, it'll do."

Clem rolled her eyes, wandering up the stairs to check on the others. In their group, especially during the night, Clementine and Luke were left to take the reins. All the adults went to sleep after Sarah, the 15-year-old, did. Nick, somehow, was able to squeeze away with doing the same; therefore, it left Clementine and Luke in charge of guarding the house and keeping watch until they were able to trade shifts and sleep themselves.

Everyone was still in their rooms, sound asleep. She made a point of checking on Sarah last, seeing as she was the one Clem worried the most about.

"Everything good?"

Upon hitting the ground floor, Clementine spotted Luke sprawled on the couch. At this point, the bottle was half drained. Clementine had to admit she was stunned, and slightly impressed, at how quickly he chugged it back.