Cigarettes and a Bottle of Jack

Cigarettes and a bottle of jack

*A random scene me and my friend wrote while bored.

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“I don’t like girls, never did”

I laughed. “What are you talking about? You’ve been chasing skirts since we met first year on the train. ”

“It’s all fun. ” The Irish boy slurred. “Never meant nuffin though. ”

“You amaze me. Only you would consider sex nothing” i lit a cigarette, taking a long drag. Seamus watched, his breath catching.

“But it is really is nothing. Just a wee bit of fun and some stress relief. And the birds know it’s nothing. No harm done. ” He waved a half empty bottle around spilling some on the both of them.

“Watch it, your getting us wet. ” I cautioned, grabbing his arm as he fell forward.

“Maybe I want you wet Dean."  He joked, a dangerous glint in his eye.

I stared at him and he smiled, drunk off his ass. “I like you, you know. ”

He reeked as he moved closer, before puking all over my shoes.

“Yeah me too man” I whisper to his passed out body