Short Stories for Slipknot (totally legit)

Bottoms Up Mick

Joeys POV
It was another high energy show. You guys were impressing another crowd, playing their favorite songs. Drumming took up a lot of energy and you began to feel sweat drip everywhere. Your hair started to feel a little bit more ratty and greasy. Corey was hyping up the crowd and Sid was hanging off the percussion set and messing around. Mick and Jim stayed pretty still shredding hard. You were going hard on the drums making sure you perfected everything. Mick then came walking over while still playing. He looked tired and also drenched in sweat. You had multiple water bottles by your drum set. He looked thirsty and was eyeing one of your water bottles. You put down your drumsticks during a short break and grabbed a water bottle. You stood up and pulled Micks mask back. He was leaning backwards as you poured some warm water into his mouth. He then spit it out and it went everywhere.
"What the fuck was that?" Mick shouted over the music.
You shrugged your shoulders because you had to get back to playing.

After the show Mick came up to you annoyed.
"What the hell kind of water did you pour into my mouth?" Mick demanded.
He was much taller than you so it was pretty scary.
"Bro I don't know." You replied.
You then looked at the two water bottles in your hand. One was labeled water and the other. Your heart dropped when you looked at the label.
"Um Mick." You said quietly.
"What?" Mick snapped.
You whispered what was in the bottle. Mick frowned and then ran to the nearest bathroom to wash his mouth out. Oops.