❝ i don'twanna fight, i just wanna treat you right.❞
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❝ i was aiming at your heart and i don't wanna say goodbye.❞
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Lora was standing at the alcohol table yet again, except this time she was with a handsome stranger. "Before I drink with you, can I at least know your name?", she asked, trying to delay the inevitable. He stared at her with a tilted head, hesitated, and then smirked "You can call me whatever you like."
Lora rolled her eyes "Okay, I'll call you weirdo." He grinned and poured himself a cup of vodka. Lora's hand reached for the bottle on instinct, but at the last moment, she jerked it away. In response the to the man's questioning look, she blushed "I'm trying to go off alcohol. So I guess our drink plans are over."
She turned to leave but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back "It doesn't have to be. I specifically asked the people who organised this party to prepare some non-alcoholic drinks. Like... the punch!" Lora's gaze drifted to the bright pink basin of liquid he was gesturing to before facing him again. Tucking a strand of jet-black hair behind her ear, she smiled; a real, sincere smile "Thank you." A beam lit up his face "No worries. Anyway, am I going to beat you in shots?"
Lora laughed loudly "As if." Quickly filling up the red solo cup with the punch, she drained it in a single gulp. Her eyes widened and she filled the cup again "Damn, that was good." She drank the entire glass again before licking her lips to rid them of the sugary substance. The man's eyes traced the movement and he suddenly blurted out "Let's make this fun!"
"How?"
"Whoever drinks less shots has to kiss the other."
"So either way, we're going to end up kissing?"
"Think of it as a win-win situation."
"You're on, weirdo. I'm already on my third glass."
She scoffed and filled up her glass before chugging it. The 'weirdo' chuckled at her antics before gulping down his glass in record time. They spent the rest of the night battling it out, but the stranger took it slowly, knowing he was drinking hard alcohol, and he didn't want to get blackout drunk today. Over the course of the night, Lora loosened up, and soon the two teenagers were swapping jokes and anecdotes like they had known each other forever. Apparently alcohol does that to people.
As the crowd began dispersing from the party, Lora slammed down her glass with a wobbly hand before yelling "Twenty! I finished 20 glasses of this punch! I feel fucking amazing!" The stranger laughed and smiled, showing his adorable dimples "You won for sure." She stood up straight from her seat and tottered slightly "Hell yeah I did! Anyways... I should probably be getting home now."
