A bunch of random stories.

Drunk Loving

"Are you seriously gonna drink that entire bottle yourself?" He eyed the bottle of Jack Daniel's grasped in her hand. Part of him assumed that she was already drunk, the other part were just curious what she might respond with.

"I lost the cork-thingie! I can't waste a good bottle of jack!" Coherent? No. Understandable? Partly. She was definitely drunk off her ass; that liquor doesn't even come with a cork. He squeezed the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

The two had been friends their entire lives, and that, was seldom jeopardized by anything at all.  However, this was the first conversation they'd had in nearly two years; and that seemed to affect her for the worse while bettering himself. He'd always had a optimistic look on life; an outlook she apparently hadn't picked up on her own. "You're going to regret it, Piper, you and liquor are mortal enemies the day after, you know that."

She threw back her brunette/blonde-streaked hair back along her back and waist, chugging a good amount of the burning alcohol before belching a very manly burp. "Burps like that are worth the hangover." Her rose lips curled into a smile - allowing her glowing whites to grin at him all on their own. Then she broke down into hiccups and giggles. James merely chuckles, and rolls his hazel pupils at her.

"You know Jack Daniels doesn't even come with a cork right?" He laughed at her logic; which was non-existent at this stage of her intoxication.

"Hey! Don't hate on the cork-less!" She accused.
"God , you're so drunk right now." He said.
"Am I?" She wondered.
"If you can't tell if you are, you definitely are." He assured her, even though at this point it was a wall he was talking to - not her.
"Can I kiss you?" She asked suddenly. Her words had slurred majorly but he could grasp the words "Can I" and "Kiss". It took a couple of moments for the words to process, but once he got them his eyes widened. "You want to..?"

"Kiss you. Yeah."

Before he could protest - or say yes - she had pounced upon him, mushing her lips sloppily into his. Although she was drunk - and it was more drooling than kissing. He loved it, just as he had loved her for the past 5 years.  He loved her, but she was none the wiser, about the emotions she  allowed him to have. 

After she'd had her fill of kissing, , her head collapsed  upon his chest - and her cute little snores idly wafted into the air. He quietly pet her hair, and kissed her head. "What would I live for besides these moments with you?"