Chimney Swift
i am confusion
gay nerd
location
Mallory's house.
mood
Giddy, concerned.
outfit
mentions
Max Berkowitz
After they'd taken their shots, Josh shivered and spluttered as if he were going to cough up his own throat, but Max only suppressed a small gag, letting the burning sensation pass down his ribs.
Fuck yeah. He was becoming a real man.
Max glowed with pride, looking back at Abby to catch her eyes and see if she'd seen him take a shot of hard liquor like it was water-- well, not quite like it was water, but definitely like he knew what he was doing and he was a mature adult.
“People actually like this stuff? You like this? I thought I was going to rip my throat out.” Poor Josh looked so scandalized under his mask as he called out to Abigail, signing to Max with the arm that had previously been embracing the boy’s shoulder. Max sympathized... he'd been there before.
“Yeah, well…” Max was laughing now, dropping his cup and signing with one hand as he clung weakly to Josh, swooning into the other boy’s weight. “No one really likes how it tastes, you know? It’s how it makes you feel.”
Max himself had only started drinking alcohol a couple of months ago, at that weird cave rave party that he and May attended back in August. And, he had to admit: he was falling hard and fast in love with the stuff. It was becoming a bit of a social crutch for him, something that allowed him to shed the crushing weight of his anxiety for a few hours of the freedom and teenage rebellion that he so desperately needed.
Without a few drinks already in his system, he would never have been able to let himself kiss Josh… no matter how desperately he wanted to, or how long he had dreamed of doing just that.
Max’s parents had always told him that alcohol was a gift from G-d, and that it was up to humans as individuals to use it with responsibility and restraint. And they weren’t particularly happy with him the last time he’d come home drunk and stumbling, and he was sure they wouldn’t be proud this time either, but… it was worth it. Kissing Josh was worth it. Being so close, so intimate with him, finally unafraid of being rejected or pushed away… he couldn’t believe that he’d actually gotten to kiss Josh. The afterglow was still coming in waves.
It felt like destiny, or like the fulfillment of some higher purpose.
Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe after this, Joshua would be his boyfriend… maybe…
Just like in those dreams.
The ones where …
Meanwhile, next to him, Abby was throwing back shot after shot, four empty glasses already cast aside on the table next to her as she poured a fifth. A small crowd of spectators had formed around her, to cheer her on or watch in awe as the small girl drank like a sailor. Max flinched, reaching out for Josh’s hand. He was fairly certain that the same amount of alcohol Abby was taking in would kill him dead. As she finished her last shot, Max hurriedly poured her a tall glass of water and handed it to her. “Drink this too. Slowly.” He instructed, suddenly deeply concerned for her as she started to stumble a bit. “Please.”
Maybe it was true: alcohol wasn’t all fun and giggling and swapping spit with pretty boys.
It was also dangerous.
coded by natasha.