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Alcohol
By haleyhollows

 


Alcohol

I kept quiet as Zacky sat drunkenly in the bar. “More shots for me!”

“Naw, baby, I think you've had enough.” I smiled, dragging him out of the bar.

“But Nana! I want Jack!” Zacky yelled. People started to stare.

“Babe…let's go…” I said concerned now, the bartender glaring at our table.

“MORE JACK MORE JACK MOOOOOOORE!”

I took your arm and dragged you out in disgrace. “Zacky, let's go now.”

I drove home.

“I want JACK! He's my bestiest fwiend eva!!!!!!!” Zacky yelled.

“Jesus Christ…” I muttered.

You went on and on about how much you wanted Jack Daniels.

“FINE! If I get you a four pack will you shut the HELL up?!” It was obvious I was on my period.

“Yesh” He smiled happily.

I went in.

“You 21?” The cashier asked, smirking. I pulled out my license and threw it at him.

“Ok then…” He mumbled, giving me back my card.

I walked outside. Zacky was clutching himself outside the car.

“Nana…I gotta go potty!”

“What are you? Five?!” I groaned. I put the Jack in the back (I'm starting to sound like Cat in the fucking Hat) and brought him in.

He sang while pissing. He was the drunkest sweetest boyfriend I'd ever have.

“All better, Nana.” He came out smiling.

We almost left.

“OOH! Candy! I want some, Nana!” Zacky jumped excitedly.

“Is he your little brother?” The cashier laughed.

“No, he's my drunk boyfriend.” I muttered.

I got him some M&Ms and left. He smiled happily, eating some.

“Want some seafood?” He asked.

“Babe, it's 2:30.” I said.

“NO! See, food!” He rolled his tongue out, showing a bunch of mashed up candy.

“You're not getting layed for a month.” I growled.

We pulled up at the house. I dragged him inside.

“I love you.” He smiled, kissing me. He picked me up, running into our room, pushing me on the bed.

“Ok, maybe we can cheat on the whole “not getting layed in a month” thing.” I mumbled, pleasure exploding in me.

I knew Zacky was a keeper, Jack Daniels and all.

 

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