so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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“That was real British of you, Georgie~” Clay teased, hiccuping as he poured himself another shot and drank it quickly.
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George flipped both of them off, hiccuping. Nick downed another shot, groaning quietly. “f---, what even is this s---, it’s awful-“ He said, grabbing at the bottle in Clays hands.
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Clay shrugged and poured another glass before handing the bottle to Nick, chugging it.
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“s---, it’s straight Vodka,” Nick whined, pouring himself another shot and handing the bottle back to Clay. He downed it, coughing loudly. “s---, Nick, you running out of steam?” George said quietly from the back, giggling drunkenly.
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Clay looked over at George, laughing softly. “He’s so f---ing drunk~” He commented with a bit of slurred voice, pouring another glass and downing it. He hiccuped and leaned against the seat, giggling softly.
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“And you’re not?” Nick said with a giggle, downing another shot and wincing at the taste. “Just because Im drunk doesn’t mean Im dead,” George whined in his heavy accent, leaning forward to look at the two. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here-“ “Calm down, George, you’re okay.”
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Clay chuckled, pouring more vodka into his and Nick’s glasses. “I’m not that drunk~” He said with a chuckle, downing the liquor.
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Nick chuckled quietly. “Suree, suree~” he said, downing one more shot and squeezing g his eyes shut. He willed himself to do at least one more, holding his glass out for a refill.
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Clay chuckled and poured another glass for Nick, filling up his glass and downing it. “I’ve been far more drunk before, trust me~”
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Nick chugged the shot, exhaling heavily and setting his glass down. “I believe it- but I’m done with these God-awful things-“
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Clay chuckled triumphantly, pouring another glass for himself. “Told you you couldn’t do it~ Now all I have to do is beat Georgie~”
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George gave Clay a blank look, loosing his train of thought. Luckily, Nick picked it up for him- “b----, how drunk are you? George tapped out like, five shots ago.”
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“Pfft- Guess I didn’t realize-“ Clay gasped, laughing. “f--- yeah, that means I won!” He exclaimed, pumping a fist into the air.
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“Wait, hold on, give me another one,” George said, leaning forward and grabbing the first empty shot glass he saw, which happened to be Nick. “George, you’re too many shots behind, it’s not gonna matter-“ “Shut up.”
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“Yeah, you’re a bit too late, Georgie~” Clay teased, chuckling as he set his shot glass down.
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