Chapter 319 Acting Cute
Brad was already kinda out of it, his right hand all shaky as he tried to down more booze. He was totally wasted, but he kept trying to act all tough. I was pissed and heartbroken, so I snatched the glass from him.
As Brad's girl, I gotta look out for my guy.
"Brad's got class tomorrow; he can't be getting hammered. I'll drink this for him." I grabbed the glass and took a big sip, everyone at the table watching me.
Brad wobbled, trying to grab my glass, but I dodged him.
After that, I raised the glass and chugged it, flipping it upside down to show everyone I was done.
My toasting move was pretty slick, but that drink? No! I hated it.
Just 'cause I could drink didn't mean I like it. Booze tasted nasty; I'd rather have some sweet and sour OJ.
Brad stared at me, all shocked and kinda scared, pulling me into my seat. He was touched and worried, asking over and over if I was okay after downing that big glass.
I shook my head with a chill smile, telling him that no matter what kind of booze it was, it was just gross water to me.
The folks at the table saw me down a whole glass without flinching and got all hyped, turning their attention to me.
Tonight was Brad's night, and these were all his buddies. For Brad's sake, I had to keep it together. But drinking's a team sport; it can't just be me.
A wild scene unfolded at the party; I was holding a bottle, going shot for shot with a table full of guys and gals.
By almost ten at night, after finishing my drink, I saw everyone else was already plastered.
Looking at the table full of folks rubbing their bellies, I sighed in relief, "Finally, they're all wasted."
I turned to see Brad leaning on his hand, smiling at me with dreamy eyes. He said, "Wow, you got everyone here drunk all by yourself. How come I never knew you could do that?"
He reached out, pulling me close, gently tapping my nose with his finger, all sweet and tender.
I awkwardly scratched my ear. "My booze tolerance is just natural, nothing to brag about. It's really no biggie."
"You drank so much; you feeling okay?" Brad reached out to rub my stomach, leaning on my shoulder, his breath smelling faintly of alcohol. "Babe, tell me; what other tricks you got that I don't know about?"
I said, "None, this is my only secret. You know everything else. My mom always said it's not good for girls to drink, so she told me to keep it on the down-low. If it weren't to save your butt, I wouldn't have shown off."
Brad asked, "Babe, have I ever told you?"
I asked, "What?"
Brad said, "I love you, babe. I love you so much, like, you're the only one I'll ever marry."
I thought, 'Is it really cool to confess in front of all these people?'
Brad was tempting me again. I had to admit, drunk Brad was hard to resist when he got all sweet. Even though confessing in front of a bunch of drunk folks wasn't super formal, I kinda liked it.
"Babe, do you love me?" Brad bit my earlobe and asked, "Tell me, do you love me? I wanna hear it."
I glanced at Brad, who seemed totally hammered, and felt this wasn't the right time for such private talk.
"There are people around; we'll talk later." I pretended to push his head away, but I couldn't budge him. Drunk Brad was still strong as ever.
"No, I wanna hear it now. Babe, say it; I wanna hear it." Brad pouted like a kid, rubbing his head against my neck like a clingy puppy.
Drunk Brad being so affectionate really got me excited.
That night, Brad and I, surrounded by eleven drunk folks, whispered sweet nothings for half an hour.
I called a car to get everyone home, then helped the half-awake Brad back to our place. By the time we got back, it was already one in the morning.
Yancy, who was crashed on the couch, woke up to help take Brad from me and asked, "Why'd you drink so much?"
Mia was also disturbed. I rarely come home late, so she probably hadn't slept and was waiting for me. Hearing the noise, she came out of the bedroom, took my bag, and settled me on the couch.
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