Palas

23. "But Lexie, this is life."

It's quite possible that I am drunk.

For the first time in my life.

After I sipped from the sex on the beach cocktail - only because I didn't want to hurt Ava's feeling - Niall came to visit us.

The fact that I was drinking alcohol was treachery in his eyes. Feeling full after my first meal of the day and being surrounded by people who actually like me, I somehow found myself agreeing to his proposal. That being that I would taste every possible beer in his favorite Irish pub. I should have known when Harry started laughing hysterical and fist bumped Niall, that this particular pub is specialized in beer.

And has over 60 different bottled beers.

After ten glasses of all sorts of brews, I'm done. The last glass presented to me contains a very strong Guinness draught, but it tastes okay.

I think my taste buds are fucked.

"When you get home you should check your chest," Niall declares sounding more Irish with every sip.

"Why?" I frown talking as slow as Harry normally does. Which reminds me, where's the dude?

"Because Guinness makes hair grow." He winks and he blinds me with his rack of white teeth.

"Really?" I shake my head trying to get rid of the haze that has settled there.

"Of course. Everyone knows that." He scans my face and then swallows. "It's also okay to check for any lumps while you're at it."

Suddenly Niall is pushed out of my sight and is replaced by a glazy eyed looking Harry. Have I mentioned that he also looks pretty? I roll my eyes which offends Harry but it only makes him looks prettier with his little pout.

"Niall was just explaining something to me," I nag to him trying to find Niall over his shoulder but my vision is reduced to approximately one meter. I extend my hands in front of me and even when I squint my eyes, they still look weird. I don't even realize that my hands are on Harry chest.

"Do you have chest hair?" I ask him already knowing the answer. I'm debating if I am going to rip his shirt off or simply take a peak just to be sure.

"I shave." He looks pleased that my hands are still on him. "Care to take a peak?"

"I already know what it looks like tough." I respectfully fold my hands together and let them fall to my stomach.

"Good girl." He's amused with me being drunk, I know it.

"But if you shave, you still mustn't have much hair there," I state feeling very sure of myself.

"How would you know that?" He wonders pursing his lips in an adorable way.

"I never saw any stubbles," I shrug as if it is obvious. "You should see my legs after a few days."

"Gross," Louis butts in and I didn't even realize he was standing next to Harry. My vision is really scaled-down to a minimum. "But she's right mate, I'm pretty sure there's not much to shave there."

"Well we can't all be Godzilla like you," Harry hisses and I can tell he's irritated with the fact that he has almost no body hair. Unlike Louis.

"True," he snickers patting Harry on his shoulder. "I'm going mate. My joyful youth is waiting for me. Want to join me Lexie? Get a free shot at every bar."

Harry and I both answer at the same time.

"Sure."

"I think it is time to go home."