Born Wild

Alcohol-a man's best friend

Heath was seething with rage after Cambria was taken away.

 Astrid did the best she could to calm him down. She told him that it would be okay and that Cambria would come back. She said she would make sure that she would. Her every word and reassurance somehow soothed him. She managed to convince him. Once he was back to normal she encouraged him to continue having fun.

They all went to the living room to play a video game and Astrid came back to the kitchen. She filled one shot glass with water and the other with vodka. She walked back out to the living room and handed the vodka to Heath. They clinked them together and downed them. 

He had already had several drinks and was obviously under the influence. A few minutes later Heath went back into the kitchen and poured them both another shot. They clinked and downed them again. The alcohol hit her bloodstream. 

She went to stand up from the counter and Heath caught her before she fell. He just giggled it off. She was thankful that he appeared to be more of a goofy drunk than an aggressive one.

"By the way." Heath said as he held her arm. "You are absolutely gorgeous."

She smiled and enjoyed his compliment. She wanted more attention. Alcohol was not her friend at this point. Heath was actually being kind to her at this point and all of the things he did before mattered less. She could think of how attractive he was. 

However, she was still on a mission and didn't forget that. Astrid was ambitious and determined to get what she wanted.

Something fell in the other room, making a semi-loud crash.

"What was that?!" Heath freaked.

Astrid peered around the corner. "It's just Chase."

He gathered himself. Astrid found an opening.

"Hey" she sweetly said. "It's okay. What's got you so freaked out?"

He shook his head, put his elbows on the counter, and put his face in his hands.

 She put her hand on his back. "What does the big bad wolf have to be afraid of?"

"I'll never tell." Heath mumbled.

"Never? Not even for someone special like me?" Astrid flirted.

"Well." he regained himself and looked at her. "Maybe for a kiss." he laughed.

"Just one kiss?" she trembled. "I could...I could do that."

Heath came close, wrapping his arms around her waist. She slid her fingers over the scar on his forearm. He brought his face close to hers, his warm breath lingering on her lips. 

She slid her hands behind his head and slowly pulled him into a kiss.

She broke it off for a moment and lingered as her head buzzed. All she could think about was his warmth. She returned to his lips. She tasted the beer and remnants of wolfsbane in his mouth.