He liked to drink. I wasn't particularly partial to it, but he was a bad influence.
"Trissy do shots with me!" The brown haired boy I loved slurred, placing a tray in front of me, the neon plastic glasses being offensive to the eye and filled with an even more offensive liquid.
Feeling pressured by the watching eyes of his friends I agreed. Downing the drinks as quickly as I could, trying not to taste them.
About five minutes later I felt the alcohol hit me and suddenly my slightly anxious mood lifted and I found myself in the middle of the dance floor, doing a rather questionable dance against Brad. We went home around 4am and had messy drunk sex.
We woke up late the next afternoon and I grimaced at the stale taste in my mouth and the awful de-hydrated headache that screamed for attention. You looked pale and the bags under your eyes were a deeper purple than they usually were.
To this day, I have drinking liquor with you.
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The Lover's Dictionary || Tradley One Shots ||
FanfictionA love story in 26 definitions, snapshots of Brad and Tris' life together. The downs, the ups, and the everything in-betweens. (All Tris' PoV) ((None of these are in a strict order or chronological order, it's more if the event corresponds with th...
