Drinking: A Short Story

“Just now.” Taehyung yawned, letting go of Jungkook’s hand to stretch, his husky voice cracking a little from sleep as he let out a satisfied groan. Jungkook watched his body twisting, his shirt riding up to show smooth skin stretching taut over lean muscle, and couldn't help but reach out to touch. He ran his fingertips down Taehyung’s side and brushing them over the softer skin of his lower stomach, watching the muscles jump and flutter beneath his touch. Taehyung lifted his head to glance at him, eyebrow raised, lips stretched to one side in a lazy smirk, before sitting up, lightly, softly grabbing his wandering hand and holding it in place, hooded gaze flirty and teasing. Jungkook sat back and grinned appreciatively as Taehyung ran a

Cliff sat down next to Jensen watching the other alpha down two whiskey shots in a row. “Slow down alpha, or I’ll be taking you home in about twenty minutes.” Cliff admonished.

I sighed. He was growing from a boy to a man so quickly, and things that should not concern him now did. “I don’t know, but they did it. They’ve done it before and

I started walking home from gymnastics -which I have from every Monday to Friday 3:30 to 6:00 - my dad, well step-dad is a alcoholic so he could not drive. I'd rather not crash. My mom is at work so we can live cause Fred does not work which means she is almost never home. Now I'm walking home now. 1 mile walk yippe.

Relieved to be going in the right direction, she settled into a seat, watching the passing scenery of auto-body shops and convenience stores. Memories of her childhood raced through her mind. How sad and devastated she'd been when her mother left. The loneliness of living in a house full of people that didn't care about anything but the party. All the times her father hadn't even noticed she was alive except when he wanted a beer or something cooked for him and his biker gang. Even as a little girl, she'd tried to do the dishes and keep the house somewhat clean, but it never stayed that way for long before empty beer cans littered every surface.

The mother expressed concerns regarding the father’s conduct with the children. She indicated that the children have told her that Mr. Sanchez-Martinez is always drinking “beer”. The children stated that his girlfriend drinks alcohol, but not all the time. Ms. Class indicated that Ariel will see a poster board of beer and say “that is daddy’s soda”. Ms. Class stated that the children have reported to her that Mr. Sanchez-Martinez will drink and drive.

“I’m sorry, I had no idea,” I uttered finding myself in shock. “He was just introduced to me as Freddie, nobody ever let on…”

“Right, that info was doubled checked by Preston himself using that CRV trance-like state stuff to determine if anything was there.”

My friend decided she wanted no part of that. So we literally sat there arguing about whether she should drink the water or not. After about ten minutes, I was at my wit's end. I was honestly considering hiking up my dress, tackling her to the ground, and forcing it down her throat. Thankfully it didn’t come to that. Cause in that second her friend who had invited her had walked past us. I gave him the bottle and told him to make her drink it. As soon as he opened it and handed it to her, she chugged it down. For a second I was about ready to snap at her. She could drink it for some okay looking guy, but she couldn’t drink it for the person who was about to end up taking care of her. Not long, after we had left and arrived back at the school. Even though she was underage and we were on a dry campus, she resolved to tell the world on how she spent her night. She kept running into walls and doors. Thought she was whispering my room-mate's name to wake her up, but in fact was definitely screaming it down the hall. However, I still managed to get her in her bed without either one of us getting caught. I thought after a couple of days people would forget about the events of that night, but they didn’t. Of course, my friend kept getting invited to parties, but the invite came with the same stipulation, each time, make sure you don’t invite that one friend. I knew this was one reason I

Here we go, Denny thought. “Like I was telling you, the guy’s been acting really strange lately.”

“Milo, there it is! Look, look!” I heard my sister scream over the jet engines as she shook me awake from a much needed nap. “Isn’t it just spectacular?” As I opened my eyes and looked through what seemed like thin slits, I saw Ana’s face pressed to the airplane’s window glass. Responding with a lethargic grunt, I sat up in my tattered leather seat to see why she ended my nap so abruptly and peered out of the oval window.

"You wanna fucking kill her, Jimmy?' Duane stood with teeth clenched and fist bunched at his side.

I can still remember the emptiness and vastness I felt when entering our new empty apartment. My mother, brother and I had finally left the shelter we were living in. My father was still allowed to see us then, however there were certain restrictions - we had to have our visits in a public place(we couldn't go to his home), he had to keep his distance from my mom, and he had to attend AA meetings to deal with his alcoholism. Even though he had done much to hurt us, my mom gave him countless chances because she knew that If it wasn't for being an alcoholic, he would be a very successful man with an aspiring chef career. Yet, it was all a waste. After violating the court orders by not attending any meetings, missing court appointments and even

Anna sat beside the window holding a palm to her face. "Matt is such a jerk. He wanted me to come along because I was his "secret weapon." Well, I'll show him what my secret weapon can do!" She ranted then tucked her head under the

Around 11:00 p.m., on the night of May 11, 2016 some friends invited me to their dorm room to hang out. When I arrived, they were drinking, so I decided to have a drink also. After hanging out for a while, I returned to my dorm room, but decided to leave again once I learned through social media that another friend was hanging out in a nearby room. I decided to go by just to speak since this was the last night of the semester, and