so american~
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“True, but if one of you hurls in the car, I’m making you walk home,” Clay said, playfully glaring at the brunette.
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“You should look at Nick for that one, not me,” George said with a chuckle, walking into the kitchen and grabbing the first bottle of liquor he saw. “What about me?” Nick called, following up behind them.
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“What’d you mean? You’re literally the one who was barfing your brains out last week,” Clay said with a chuckle, going in search for un-used shot glasses. “Although, to be fair, you were drugged.”
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“Yeah, I don’t usually vomit,” George said with a laugh. “To, I brought shot glasses. I left them in your car.” “What did you say about me?” Nick repeated, chuckling quietly. “Nothing, Nick, don’t worry about it.”
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“Ah, gotcha,” Clay replied, turning around and heading back out to the car. “Yeah, don’t worry about it~”
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Nick laughed, playfully hacking the back of Clays head as he followed him out to the car. They sat in their usual spots and George grabbed the few shot glasses out of the bag he brought in the backseat.
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“You’re such a child, Nick,” Clay said with a chuckle, rolling his eyes as he sat down in the car.
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“Oh, shut up,” Nick said with a chuckle, sitting down and shutting the door. George placed the bottle of liquor on the center console and the shot glasses. “Okay, so we all get it? If you have the most shots you get the terms agreed upon.” “No need to be so technical, Georgie~” Nick said with a chuckle, shifting to sit sideways in his seat. “Did you pre-game this?” George said with a laugh.
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Clay chuckled and turned to the side as well, facing towards Nick and George. “C’mon, let’s get this going~”
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“Okay, okay, calm down,” George said with a chuckle, opening up the bottle and pouring some in each shot glass. He placed the bottle at his feet, grabbing his shot glass and holding it up. “May the best man win, ay?” Nick chuckled and nodded, clinking together their glasses before throwing it back in unison with Clay.
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Clay chuckled and threw his head back, drinking the liquor. He groaned softly, the burning sensation covering his throat. He chuckled softly, leaning against the center console. “So, who do you think is gonna get out first, George?” He asked, holding up a hand and pointing at Nick while mouthing his name.
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George groaned quietly, looking at Clay and chuckling softly. He picked up the bottle, pouring another round. “Oh, probably Nick~” Nick scoffed, picking up his shot glass again and throwing it back. He coughed quietly, hitting his chest with his fist. “As if. I could do this all day, Georgie~”
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“You sure about that?” Clay asked, chuckling. “Pour me another one, George~”
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“f--- off, yes I could,” Nick said with a chuckle, holding out his own glass for another shot. George poured them all one. “Nick, don’t go ahead of us. I keeping track of how many I’ve had, but you’re gonna get drunk and forget how many you’ve had.” He stated, throwing back another shot. “I’m not a forgetful drunk, idiot,” Nick said, flipping George off.
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“Mm, well neither am I, so don’t be so sure you’re gonna win,” Clay said with a chuckle, throwing back another shot.
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