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2. "He made good beer, didn't he?"
"Guys," Malcolm stood up, as he fixed the collar of his shirt.
"Guuuys," he repeated when his friends continued focusing everywhere else but at him.
"GUYS!" he yelled. Everyone shut up and stared at him. Danny and Booth moved their eyes down to the bottles Malcolm had handed out to them, while Sully and Trish sat on the couch blabbering nonsense. Malcolm had been dreaming of starting his own microbrew since the first time he had tasted beer and his friends had always been supportive. That's why they should be the first ones to taste it.
"Dude, hurry up. I have to be at that meeting in five minutes," Henry told him impatiently as he tapped his watch.
"Okay, okay. Dudes and dudette." Malcolm cleared his throat and looked around the little frat house as if it was a huge hall.
"You're about to be the first ones to taste my first microbrew, Sacred," he smiles proudly, but Sully only raises an eyebrow,
"Sacred? That's it?" Malcolm only nods to Sully's question.
"Dude, that sounds like some holy ** man," Sully said, running a hand through his messy blond hair. Trish laughed, before cut short by a hiccup. Her dark hair hung down over her shoulder as she rested her tired, half drunken head against the soft sofa.
"Well... any ideas?" Malcolm looked a little dissapointed from Sully to Danny.
"What about... Sacred..." Danny trailed off,
"Sacred Beer!" Booth shot up cheerfully and pushed his glasses back up his nose.
"Sacred... Turtle!" Danny nods to himself,
"Don't remember where I heard it before, but sounds cool doesn't it?"
Malcolm's face lit up along with both his thumbs,
"Dude! Awesome! Sacred Turtle!!" he handed it out for his friends to taste. Everyone took a sip at the same time; Henry a careful one, and everyone except Booth spit it all out - out of politeness.
"Oh dude," Sully wiped his mouth with his sleeve,
"I'm all behind you on this, but..." he put the bottle down.
"It needs more work man," Danny finished the sentence for Sully before turning his attention back to the game that he and Booth were playing before the interruption.
"Hmm, okay," Malcolm knew his friends didn't mean any harm. Besides, their honesty was important if he was going to make something people wanted to drink. He took a slow sip himself and grimaced,
"You're so right," he made a gagging noise before running into the bathroom. Henry rolled his eyes before clapping Sully on the shoulder.
"I'll hopefully be back soon. Please save some drinkable beer for me," he whispers.
"Sure, I'll guard some with my life," Sully snickered as he turned to look at Henry,
"What kind of meeting is it anyway? And on a friday night?..." He would much rather have his bestfriend with him and the rest of the gang here.
"I work in the yearbook remember? It's just a short meeting. I'll be back before you know it," Henry explained before planting a kiss on Trish's cheek and then leaving the room.
"He's so cute when he's geeky. Don't you think?" Trish giggled and took a sip from the "fifth-sixth-who'scoutninganyway-beer" before resting her head on Sully's shoulder. He felt the tiredness lurking and sunk further into the sofa.
"I don't really swing that way," he mumbled, getting a mental image of Henry with huge geeky glasses and slick hair. Hmm... would kinda look like Booth then.
"He would be aaaaaaDORable," Trish snickered again just as Malcolm returned from the bathroom.
"Why thank you." He straightened his shirt as he passed Trish and Sully.
"She's talking about Henry," Sully jawns.
"Lucky bastard," Trish peeks up a little..
"Aww you're adorable too, Sully," she said, grabbing a cheek and pulling on it a little, like an aunt would do.
"Like a.... hmmm... like a pixie!" she laughed out loud.
"Pixie? Geeez, well that's kinda gay," he wrinkled his nose. Pixies are girly.
"Hey pixie. Wanna play against the winner?" Danny looked over his shoulder at his friends,
"Me," he nudged Booth in the side just as his game figure fell over dead. Danny hollered proudly.
"Sure," Sully got up from the sofa, switching places with Booth.
"Boothie-bear!" Trish held her arms up as Booth plopped down where Sully sat, blushing when the beautiful girl locked her arms around him. She randomly giggled drunkenly before falling asleep in record time.