Author Note: This is my first time publishing any stories I have made. So pls feel free to comment and stuff. I would really appreciate it! : 3
Btw : Your name – (y/n)
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You grab a Smirnoff from off the counter. But then someone takes it from your small hands. Looking up you see it's the Scottish Cyclopes. "Aren't you a little young lad to be drink'n?" You frown upon his question.
"I'm sixteen and stuck on a field full of mercs and death itself. Don't you think I'm old enough?" You see the gears turning in his head. He hands it back to you but for it t be taken away from you once more from the German doctor.
"Exactly. Sechzehn. Too young, you can wait another four years (y/n). You've done it before." You put on a pouting face and sigh
"That's not fair. I'm old enough to kill but not to drink?" The German nods before walking off with the liquor. "I bet he's gonna go and drink it now…" The Cyclopes nudges you with his elbow and you glance at him. He holds another bottle of liquor, handing it off to you. Smiling you thank him and skip off to the living room. Setting the liquor on the coffee table, you go back into the kitchen to get a shot glass. Coming back to the living room the Cyclopes is sitting down where you were gonna sit. He lifts up the bottle and points to your cup. Sighing, you go back into the kitchen to grab another glass for him. Soon after you two are sitting next to each other enjoying a nice glass of liquor. You turn on the television. To your surprise the only shows on was I love Lucy and Shirley Temple. You decide to watch Shirley temple.
"Why are ye watching this crap?" Cyclopes glances at you before looking back at the television. Laughing lightly you respond but with a slight slur.
"Got any betterr ideas Tavish?"
*Sechzehn - Sixteen in German
Sorry for short chapter. this is like a "demo"