Double Shots of Vodka (One-Shot)

Chapter 1

A/N: Please do NOT read this if you're under 18! I'm not comfortable with minors interacting with my nsfw material. If you are 18+, then please enjoy this dumpster fire.
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    A card made a thick smack against the bottle covered coffee table as Skwisgaar drunkenly slammed it down in front of Pickles, who was trying his best not to drop the other three he had in his hands. He picked it up and fanned the four white cards out in front of his face. The drummer chuckled and recited:

    “This month’s Cosmo: Spice up yer sex life by bringing blank into the bedroom.”

Pickles read off the white cards.

    “Daddy issues. Very funny, assholes,” he scowled. “Invading Poland, A powerpoint presentation, or-” laughter burst out from him as he read over the last card. “Or, a vajazzled vagina.”

    The rest of the band erupted into a fit of drunken laughter. Pickles picked up a black card he had laying in front of him in between laughs.

    “Alright, who had it?”

    “It was mes,” Toki exclaimed, grabbing it from his hand and triumphantly placing in on the top of a hefty stack of other black cards.

    “Pfft, whatever. Everyone knows that invadings Poland ams the sexiest things.” Skwisgaar threw back a shot of vodka, one out of many that night.

    “Dude, it’s not like we’re playing to make sense,” Nathan said before reaching for a glass of Kahlua.

    “Yeah! Yous just jealous that I’m more funnier than yous!” Toki prodded a finger at the Swede. He then poured Skwisgaar a double shot of vodka, which was immediately downed. It hit him a little harder than the rest and made his disorientation turn into nausea.

    “Shuts up, Toki. I-” His gut churned. “Excuse me fors a moment.” Skwisgaar stood up and managed to hobble over to the nearby garbage can where he proceeded to empty his stomach of the liquor he spent the passed 3 hours consuming.

    Pickles leaned back on his hands from his seat on the floor.

“Maybe you should call it quits for tonight, dude,” he shouted at Skwisgaar, who quickly lurched his head up.

“No ways! Am perfectly fines!” He leaned against the garbage can for support.

“I just don’t wanna be the one who steps in that shit when you decide to spew it on the floor.”

“That’sch fucking grossch,” Murderface agreed.

Toki sighed and stood up from the table, grabbing his phone and put it in his pocket on the way up. He walked over to Skwisgaar, who was bracing himself against the can. Toki gathered the blond’s hair in his hand and held it in a mock ponytail as he saw the other man lurch forward and begin to vomit.

“Yous needs to go to beds, Skwisgaar.” Toki nearly gagged as he heard his friend expel the contents of his stomach. Skwisgaar weakly raised his head and looked at him.

“Toki, yous just as drunk as mes. Ams fine!”

“Ams not! Yous the one thats been doing nothings but double shots all nights,” Toki groaned, “Yous been hogging the vodkas bottle all nights anyways! I barely gots any!” He let go of the wad of hair in his hand.

“Just take him to his room already,” Nathan grumbled.

Toki rolled his eyes. He hooked his arms around Skwisgaar’s waist and managed to throw his gangly body over his shoulder. Skwisgaar made an effortless groan.