The Bottle: New Year's Eve.
The third installment of Passing the Holidays.
By Suchan deFamine, the rabid slash fan.
Notes: HEY MARK OF CTOWN AND FINNIGAN IRISH. Thanks for reviewing. I love you guys. ::muah!::
"Why didn't you go to that party? I know you'd much rather be out with the crowd. And you could have left me here. I'd be okay."
The sparkling grape juice bottle stood open on the glassy coffee table, cork stabbed through with a corkscrew. Asa stared over at Manfred, eyes narrowing. "That crowd? They all hate me. They barely tolerate me only if I'm with you. Especially Zelda. She sees me as this…this…" He stopped, pursed his lips, and glared at the clock, showing 11:32. "THIS OBSTACLE. Something blocking her way to you and I just KNOW she's always thinking about killing me, the way she glares at me. I bet she wishes she could really glare daggers at me. And she'd laugh too.
"Laugh, and laugh, standing over me, writhing in agony…"
"She does. She would. She hates me."
"The entire world is not against you," Manfred sighed, pouring another glass of juice.
"Oh, sure it is."
"Just because you hate the world doesn't mean it hates you back."
"Yeah, and in twenty minutes, it's going to be a fresh new year filled with hate."
Asa thrust out his lower lip and settled back into the couch cushions.
"Quit pouting, Asa. God, you have a party right here. Self-thrown pity party."
"I really hate her."
"Stop thinking about it. Go downstairs and get the bottle in the fridge. The purple glass."
"Fine." Manfred watched the wolf boy storm down the hall to the stairs. In a little while, Asa returned with a purple bottle in hand.
"It doesn't have a label. What is it?"
Manfred smirked, took the bottle as Asa fell back on the couch, watching the older boy uncork the mystery bottle. He pointed to Asa's half-full glass. "Finish that up."
Asa peered at him suspiciously. "How come?"
"You want some or not?"
Manfred glared. "Just—d'you want some or not?"
Asa drained his glass and set it tentatively down on the glass top of the table. "Sure…"
"Hmmmm… one min'uh left. How d'you wanna shpend the rest of the night, eh?" Asa hiccupped.
Manfred smiled at him mischievously. "Kin'a like this…" He reached over and kissed him softly.
"Hhhhhhmm…tha'worksh." He giggled.
… hell yeah. Asa was so much more fun drunk.
MUAHAHAHA. So much fun, spending a shivery Christmas eve writing drunken slash. Fun times, I assure you.