We walk into his house and go to what I assume is the kitchen or maybe the first of many kitchens because the house is so big. He starts looking in the pantry as I sit down on a chair at the bar table.
He asks:
"Do you want anything to eat or drink? Or drink?" He emphasizes the second drink to mean alcohol.
"No thanks," I say, "I don't drink, plus it's kind of illegal" he pulls out some rum and takes a swig straight from the bottle then does this really cute sour face, and then he coughs a little before he gets out some coke and mixes the two.
He then says:
"My aunt doesn't care if we drink. Lets start on the project"
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Three pages written, two more drinks for Jake and a half hour later, Jake was kinda drunk. After he finished his first drink he started getting really giggly and laughed at a lot of the things I said, even if it wasn't funny. I'm just glad he wasn't a mean drunk, my father is a mean drunk.
Now, after three total drinks for Jake he is drunk even though he didn't really drink a lot of actual rum.
He says,
"Pete, hey Pete, I don't drink like, ever, *giggle* I just really wanted to *hiccup* *burp* impress you." He says this kinda close to my face and I can smell the liquor on his breath.
"But my aunt really doesn't care, my sister does it all the time"
'He is at the perfect stage of drunk where he will tell me all of his secrets' I think to myself jokingly.
I say,
"Why would you want to impress me? I'm not really anybody special."
"Yeah you are! You're like Mr. Popular! And, *giggle*" he motions for me to put my ear next to his mouth so he can whisper, so I do.
"And, I like you." after he says that he gives me a little kiss on the cheek.
