Disclaimer: I own Eiris Hales.
Pairings: MorrisonxOC
Summary: Punk's straight-edge, but he didn' realize that Eiris had 'spiced up' the lemonade.
A/N: Sorry for any spelling. My keyboard's acting up.
Hiccups And Lemonade
by: Rainbowblack
Punk hiccuped again, and it pissed him off badly. "Dang it!"
He was sick of it, so he stepped out of the living room and into the kitchen. He needed to get a drink before he went nuts. The Chicago natue walked in and saw his best friend John and his girlfriend Eiris making drinks. He was over their house, hanging out and watching movies with them. But they were taking a break to fix up their beverages.
First, they put in the ice, poured in the rum and then put in the lemonade. Punk wanted to just make his own lemonade, but hopefully he could catchone of them before they added in the rum.
Punk walked over to Eiris and pointed to her glass. "Hey, is anything in this?"
Eiris knew what anything meant. And she couldn't help but smile at him.
"No." she obviously lied.
"Alright, no thanks then." Punk refused, catching on to her scheme.
"No, no. Punk, I'm kidding. There's nothing in t." Eiris insisted.
"You swear?"
"I swear."
Punk fell into it and believed her. But once he took one sip, he freaked out. "Ew! Ah, sick man!"
John and Eiris immeiatly cracked up at Punk's reaction.
"Aw, come on, Punk t's not that bad. It's just a little rum." Eiris giggled.
"I'm straight-edge." Punk ellaborated, tryng to scrape the last bits of alcohol off his tounge.
"One sip, won't kill ya."