"Chuck it." Chase sings excitedly.
"No no no," I reply with my hands on my my hips, "you first."
"Fine." his lips touch the bottle and the brown liquid oozes into his mouth. His face scrunch in disgust and I giggle, swiping the bottle from him. I take a swig, feeling the bitter taste burn my tongue. It doesn't taste good but it somehow satisfies my mouth and I take another sip.
"You like it." Chase asks with a smirk.
"It gets better." I say, enjoying another few sips.
"I think this will taste better." Chases takes out another bottle from the glass cabinet, containing a creamy white liquid. It reads 'White chocolate liquor' and he pours some in two shot glasses.
"One, two, three." we both take the shots and cringe at the strong alcohol taste.
Chase huff and puff and I laugh
