Diamond (HeroSteve)

36: Drinking

The crowd started chanting as Spark and Steve drowned another cup. Steve's whole face is flushed from all the shots.

"N-hic-Nice." Steve hiccupped as he raises upanother cup. Spark did too, cheering and whooping loudly.

"Show them what you got gurrl~" Spark hollered.

Steve smiled as he felt like he was in a dream. A wonderful dream that is. Steve walked around, hearing the encouraging voices from all around him, urging him to keep going.

"...eve..."

It was blissful. Steve wanted to hug everyone that's around him but keeps stumbling instead.

"Stevie!"

His drunk world shattered a bit as he heard the voice. He turns towards the direction and squinted, unable to see who it is clearly.

Delilah was there, holding a cup. "I didn't know you drink this much, cutie."

"Ye. mhm.. yeeeeeaah.." Steve slurred. He fell forward, clasping Delilah's arm before he can fall to the ground. Spark was passed out on the table, snoring loudly. Everyone was laughing and chitchatting highly of Stevie who won the drinking contest (barely).

Delilah gulled down a cup and let out a sigh of satisfaction. "That's soo good~"

"Delilaaah..." Steve mumbled. "Wheeere.. Herobrine..."

"He'll come back~"

"Damn... Hic.. th-th.. thaaat asshole.." Steve sputtered. "I w-hic-iill fight him."

"What else about Herobrine?" Delilah asked, curiously. She helped him onto a chair so in that case he doesn't topple over.

"I... hic.. I wanna... erm..." Steve muttered. "Heobrine... sleeeep with me.."

Layla would have died if she heard this. Delilah thought. She couldn't help but laugh as Steve went on about Herobrine. Humans fall easier to the alcohol in the Nether since they're not used to it. It's not any originary alchohol that one can just get in any store. They're specially made to get people going.

Steve started bawling his eyes out out of no where. "I- Hic- missed him." he wailed.

"Good thing the make-up's waterproof.." Delilah mumbled to herself. She smiles, watching Steve cry. He fallen for Herobrine alright. There was no doubt about it. "Cutie's so deep in love." Delilah squealed.

"Hey." Delilah blinks, looking behind her to see someone there. She can tell that it was a Wirher Skeleton mob. The mob grins at her, his dark soulless eye staring at her. Delilah frowns. The mob have a black eyepatch over his left eye along with black hair. He's grayed skinned, wearing a ragged black shirt, shorts and shoes.

Delilah couldn't help but shudder. Something was off about him. "What do you need?"

The Wither Skeleton opens his mouth. Delilah reads through his mouthing slowly, frowning.

Where .. is .. Stevie..?

Delilah whipped her head around to find that Steve, who was just next to her, had suddenly disappeared. The mob turned and ran for the exit. Delilah grabs her bowstring and ran after them, shouting out Steve's name.