the nymph ☼ sean diaz ✓

- seventeen .

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"I love it." Honey says, looking at the tattoo covered by plastic. They had a few bottles of warm liquor in their hands.

"You said that like ten minutes ago." Sean rolls his eyes, finding her cute.

They were walking to the house Honey stayed in. Who would've known I'd be drinking with Honey.

"It's because I love it still." Honey looks at it again with a smile.

Sean pulls the door open for her, finding the way she waddles through the door amusing.

Honey sets the bottle she had down onto a side table by the couch.

"Oh, I forgot to ask," Sean puts the two bottles down along with hers. "Did you drag me in here?"

Sean remembers how he mysteriously ended up on the leather couch. He had been wondering how Honey managed to put him there.

A blush creeps onto Honey's face. "I thought you wouldn't question that."

"I also remember the time I passed out on you the first time we met. How did I end up on top of a high building, roja?"

Honey squeaks, covering her face embarrassed. "I uh-" Honey looks around for a distraction, the only thing closest to her the three bottles of liquor. "I can't hear you, I'm drinking."

Honey opens the large bottle of liquor and takes a large gulp of it. She hisses when it burns her throat.

She immediately feels lighter with the alcohol. She smiles sheepishly at Sean before taking another sip.

Sean rolls his eyes, grabbing a bottle. Honey hadn't drank a lot in her nineteen years of living, so Sean had a small feeling she'd be a lightweight.

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"Do we drink from the bottle; or does the bottle drink from us?" Honey slurs, looking at the empty bottle. She couldn't see straight, which made her feel dizzy and giggly.

"I think the bottle drinks from us." Sean looks at his half empty bottle. He only drank a quarter of it, Honey drinking most of his already. He didn't want to be blackout drunk in case something happened to Honey.

"Oh." Honey giggles, looking at Sean. She had a red drunk tint to her cheeks,  and Sean notices that she has trouble focusing on him.

She grabs the bottle out of Sean's hands. Before drinking it she says, "I can lift you up, easy-peasy."

Sean raises an eyebrow. "Is that how you get me places?"

Honey nods. "I simply throw you over my shoulder and then we go." She hiccups, her breath reeking of alcohol. "I think I hit your head once on a wall." She feels tears well in her eyes.

"Do you hate me, Sean?"

Sean lets out a breathy laugh. "No, Honey. I don't hate you."

Honey wore an oversized sweater complete with short shorts, exposing a lot of her tan chubby thighs. She was so cute.

She pulls the bottle to her lips. "This tastes so yucky but I still drink it." Honey crinkles her nose in disgust, her voice echoed by the bottle.