Seduce and Destroy {Septiplier}

Cherry Vodka

Jack fumbles through the hard liquor section, looking for the exact thing he wants. Easiest to get drunk on and his favorite flavor, making it easy to down. He runs his fingers over the glass until he lands on it, cherry vodka. Taste like cough syrup that burns down your throat and alights your stomach. He stumbles his way to the counter and slams it down while looking straight at the front desk lady who's covered in poorly done back alley tattoos.

"You should try Three Olives Cherry Vodka. Don't taste like cough syrup," She holds up her finger in the direction of a more expensive area. Jack coughs and shakes his head.

"No that shits expensive," Jack comments as he grabs the bag from her to which she promptly pulls back.

"I know you're underage okay? I also know that if I deny you this you'll find it elsewhere," Jack shrugs, "So my advice is don't do anything stupid. Not worth it. You have too much of a future," Jack rolls his eyes and grabs the bottle, he use to think that too.

"Yeah okay," Then he pushes open the doors and leaves behind the stupid lady with the ugly tattoos who drinks fifteen dollar vodka and talks like his dad.

He tears off the plastic bag and immediately opens the cap and takes a long swig. It burns down his throat and it's strong but he likes it that way, reminds him that its not candy while it still keeping its overly sweet taste. The wind whips against his jacket but he keeps walking, trying to make his steps even as he takes in more and more. Stupid boys, Jack thinks, with their stupid eyes and stupid hair. Their stupid everything. Jack chuckles bitterly as he takes a even longer gulp. He's lost everything in what? Three days? Less? He doesn't even remember as soon almost a quarter of the bottle is gone. A lightness dripping through his veins as he walks and a buzzing running through his steps. Not wanting it to end he begins to chug it. Slamming it harder and harder until it then slams back.

The alcohol finally sets in and he finds himself against a chain link fence... somewhere? Jack doesn't really know but he knows the area is possibly familiar or it it just deja vu? He also knows he feels weightless and heavy at the same time. The world melting away at the edges. Blurring and swirling and everything in between. But also Jack feels free. Like nothing can catch him and nothing can stop him. That Mark is just a name and his father is just a grave and Jack is just a title. He feels like he could stop the world.

"Jack! Is that you?" A voice yells to his left or was it his right? "Oh Jesus you are hammered," Jack looks over at the voice and meets their eyes as they kneel down.

"Did you know you are named after a bird?" Jack says as they look at him.

"Did you drink this whole bottle?" Robin asks holding up the empty bottle of Vodka.

"Yeah and just so you know it was delicious," Jack slurs as his head lops down onto his chest. "Like I need another bottle it was just like, just like...  rainbows!" Jack says looking up in disbelief. "Fucking rainbows of glitter and fire," Robin narrows his eyes and Jack boops his nose. Sighing Robin throws the bottle.

"No wonder you don't get drunk around us," he mumbles as he links an arm over his shoulders and practically drags him away from the fence.

"You know," Jack states after a moment of confusing stumbles, "You are pretty hot," he says matter of factly to which Robins face alights.

"I so hope you don't remember this," Jack laughs and pinches his cheek before he stops walking all together causing Robin to almost fall.

"Not as hot as Mark tho," Jack states before containing his zig zagged stumble, "Have you seen that sexy piece of man meat. Hot I'll tell you. Really hot but also like really pretty," Robin begins to giggle a little bit at Jacks rambling. "I mean his eyes are like a dirty river but like the prettiest dirty river ever. Also his ass his fine," Jack says, his voice ranging in crazy octaves. Soon Robin is almost not even walking anymore as he's doubled over in laughter. He can't even get a breath in quick enough.

"Are you agreeing with me or what?" Jack asks. Robin takes a deep breath and puts a hand on Jacks shoulder.

"You do you buddy," Then they keep walking. Jack keeps talking. Robin keeps smiling and everything seems slightly less shitty. For now that seems just okay.

"Just keep working," His dad looked at Jack as he slammed a pencil down and buried his head in his hands.

"I'm stupid," he mumbled before his Dad slid into the seat next to him.

"Yeah you are," he agreed to which Jack jerked his head upward.

"What?"

"I agree. If you say you are stupid you must be," His Dad took away the homework and crumpled it up.

"What are you doing?" Jack sniffled.

"I mean if you keep telling yourself you're stupid eventually you will be so why keep doing this homework. Dumb anyway,"

"But- but,"

"No buts it just that you have already set in stone so..." Jacks Dad held up the homework and got ready to throw it away. Jack held out his hand to stop him.

"Wait I'll do it," he mumbled to which Jacks Dad smiled. He uncrumpled the paper and gave it to Jack.

"Good, you have too much of a future,"

God these lights are bright, Jack thinks as he rolls himself over. Wait a second, where am I? He tries to sit up but a heavy weight pressing against his head stops him. He tries to open his eyes and sees blue. Then a few things click, blue, he's in Robins bed. But why?

"So drunk Jack is awake I see," Robin suddenly says as he walks in the room with a plate of food. Jack blinks his eyes open and rubs his forehead. He tries to sit up again but is hit with a wave of nausea and buries himself back into Robins bedsheets.

"Ahh fuck," he groans.

"Yeah hangovers will do that to you," Robin says sliding the food onto his bedside table.

"I don't remember shit," Jack moans. Robin chuckles slightly and begins to dig around in his draw, pulling out some Ibuprofen.

"Take this goof," He throws the bottle at Jack who dry swallows them and immediately falls back down on the pillow. Giving the Ibuprofen a moment to set in Jack tries to think back about the night before. He remembers Mark and Bob and then dishes and his mother but everything else is practically gone. Even those are sort of mushy. Jack rubs his eyes and turns to face the ceiling.

"What happened?" Robin laughs a little bit.

"Well I'm not sure but I found you drunk on cherry vodka outside of school. Then I barley made the walk to my house. You ate everything in my fridge and then crashed on my bed muttering about your future. Jack groans.

"Did I do anything stupid?"

"Well besides showing me what a happy drunk you are... then, no," Robin says his lips curling into a smile. Suddenly a horrible wave of nausea crashes through Jacks system and he races from Robins bed to a trash can. He almost doesn't make it before he heaves every little thing left in his stomach into the trash. By the time he's done Jacks stomach hurts. He falls back onto the wall next to it and buries his head into his knees.

"Filius canis," Jack mumbles.

"Dude I don't speak that creepy ass language," Robin says as he sort of glares at the vomit filled trash can. Jack, even hungover, shoots him a horrid look.

"Its not a 'creepy ass language'," Jack spits to which Robin holds up his hands.

"Sorry," he mutters as he grabs the dirty trash can. "I'm going to take this out and if you need to puke again do it in that corner, it already has a stain," then he walks out and leaves Jack alone.

Shutting his eyes he leans his head back against the door.

"I'm a total fuck up," he whispers. Then he lazily drags himself upward and crawls back towards Robins bed. "At least I've still got Robin tho," Jack whispers as he buries his face into his pillow. Shutting his eyes he allows himself to drift asleep.

You have too much of a future.