Blast From The Past

"I bet I could drink more than you."

The question made Tom raise an eyebrow.

It was incredibly late at night. Around three in the morning, in fact. Tom was in Tord's room, watching him work on a project. At this point, it had become a common routine. If Tom couldn't sleep, he'd go bother Tord and watch him work. They'd have conversations while Tord worked and, for once, the atmosphere would be peaceful(which Tom honestly enjoyed). Occasionally, they'd do dumb challenges to compete with each other. It was just another way to entertain themselves. So, while he assumed that the statement from Tord was building up to another competition, it still made him confused.

"Er...Tord," he began. "You do know who you're talking to, right?"

"Yes, yes, I know." Tord spun around in his chair to face Tom, whom was sitting on his bed. "You're a grade A alcoholic and all that. But still, it'd be funny if I actually did beat you."

"Well, you wouldn't beat me," Tom told Tord as if he was stating an obvious fact. "But...if you wanna kill yourself trying, I'm not gonna stop you." Admittedly, seeing Tord drunk would be a little interesting. After all, Tom has seen every other person in the house drunk. Edd got slap-happy and giggly and Matt got really flirtatious and clingy. However, he actually had no clue how Tord would act drunk. Hell, he couldn't even remember if he's ever even seen Tord drink before in general.

"Fine." Tord gave him a smirk. Of course he was going to try and beat Tom, even if it was basically fighting an uphill battle if the uphill battle was up a cliff. To him, it was a bit of a win-win. If Tom passed out before he did, he'd probably draw dicks on his face and would obviously get bragging rights. If he lost(which he probably would), he'd at least get free alcohol from Tom. "Then let's do it! I bet I'll prove you wrong!" He egged Tom on. The other let out an exasperated sigh and stood up.

"Alright," he said with a shrug. "Wanna do this by shots or by bottles?"

"That's a pretty big jump in amount," Tord pointed out.

"'S the same amount overall, either way. What, are you a pussy?"

"No!" Tord huffed. "I'm just sayin'! Ugh..." He crossed his arms. "We'll do it by shots."

"Alright. Be right back." Tom opened Tord's bedroom door and walked out, smirking to himself. This would be so easy. He could barely even call it a competition! And this time, he didn't even need to cheat! He walked from Tord's room to his own room, grabbing three bottles of smirnoff. Honestly, he doubted he'd even need this much. He took Tord as a pretty big lightweight. He was sure the other would be out by the end of the first bottle. Holding the three bottles by their necks tighty, he walked to the kitchen and opened a cupboard, taking out two shot glasses. Tom wondered to himself why they even had these. The others didn't even drink that much. Regardless, he stuck the two glasses in his hoodie's pocket and walked back to Tord's room. He kept the bottles in a tight grasp as he opened the door. Tord looked up from the floor and watched Tom set the bottles down on the bed. He took the shot glasses out of his pocket and set them on the bed, as well.

"I figured three bottles would be a good starter," Tom explained. "After all, you probably won't even last one."

"I will most certainly last one!" Tord let out an offended huff.

"Whatever you say, dude." Tom shrugged and picked up a shot glass, setting it on Tord's desk. He opened up a bottle of smirnoff, filling Tord's glass to the brim. Tom picked up his own shot glass and carefully filled it to the brim too. He set the bottle down on the desk. "Ready?" When Tord nodded, he then said, "Alright. Shot number one." With that, the two quickly downed the shot. Tom didn't react at all, while Tord looked away and made a disgusted face, his nose wrinkling up a bit. Very rarely, did he actually drink. And, even then, it wasn't usually vodka. Tom snickered at Tord's expression, making the other huff.