AN: This is a "red wine" drabble for SilhouettedStarlight21's contest. This is my first story, so please bear with it!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters
Jacob POV
"Oopsy!" Leah squealed.
It's been three weeks after the Clearwaters' transformation. Personally, I thought the two siblings were adjusting well to their new lifestyle, but Sam was still a little worried.
Now I can see why.
"Leah, what happened?" I yelled. Seth and I jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen.
Broken glass and red liquid was everywhere, and Leah just couldn't stop giggling.
Seth groaned. "Please tell me that was grape juice in the glass, Lee." When Leah didn't affirm it, Seth grew even more frustrated and stomped out of the kitchen.
"Lee, are you all right?" I asked. "Are you sure everything's okay?"
Tipsy Leah just giggled. "I'm a freak, Jake. A freaky girly werewolf. Of course I'm okay!" She grabbed the bottle of wine from the counter and took a big swig. "Everything is just dandy! Mmmm," she said, smacking her lips.
I gently took the bottle away from her. "Two buck red Chuck, Lee? I thought you had better taste than that."
"Uh-huh, sure. Well, I dated Sam, didn't I? Guess that tells you enough about my taste in guys and alcohol," Leah replied. "Red wine is the best friend a gal can have! Everything looks better blurry!"
She grabbed my face when I realized we were still standing in the broken glass. "Oh, Jake, you are so friggen adorable, you know that?"
Right then was when she kissed me. A sloppy and obviously drunken kiss, but it still felt amazing.