So, I came up with this in the middle of zoning out during Global Studies. I hope this is good enough so it makes up for the info I missed! ...Stupid World War 1.
Enjoy yo!
#85. Why
A couple sits at their table peacefully, their unusually well-behaved son in a seat next to them, chewing his food into a blob of color before ingesting it. The woman lifts the glass to her lips when a loud noise startles her and the sticky contents dribble into the fibers of her new dress. She slams her glass down, adding a 'hmph' that obligates her husband to take notice.
"What's wrong, dear?" he asks his cranky wife.
"Those kids over there are obnoxious, loud, and frankly, rude," she spits back, dabbing at her dress.
"There's nothing I can do about it," the husband shrugs, turning back to his rice.
She grimaces, stabbing at her piece of smoked salmon. "No good, bunch of annoying litte-"
"Mommy?"
"What?" she snarls, looking down at her wide eyed son.
"Why are they acting like that?" the boy no older than nine asks.
She sighs, looking across the room at the bar of the resturaunt, filled up with a slew of people, all teenagers, but of drinking age.
A girl with long and wavy brunette hair sits on the lap of a bald boy with and a tattoo dug into his cranium, both of them listening to what the others are talking about, although the boy seemingly less interested in conversation and more interested with the brunette's blue eyes. He kisses her cheek and she grins, resting her head on his shoulder, nuzzling up to his neck.
Another man with shaggy black hair and a scar sprawled out over the left side of his face has his arm wrapped around a darkly-dressed girl's waist. She looks as though she might pass out, her head resting on the counter top as he holds his bottle, biting his lip to refrain from giggling. He knows fully well that if he does he'll be sleeping on the sofa of a friend's house.
A boy dressed in green with his legs wrapped in a strand of cloth sits in a wooden wheel chair, holding his stomach when a perky woman in different shades of pink hands him a bucket. He then proceeds to up-chuck the day's meals and drink into it, clearing his system. She rubs his back, laughing out loud in a lyrical laughter. Whenever she does so, men stare and oggle, because she's the prettiest...or at least the most up front about her feminism.
A loud cheer brakes through the partying group as the two objects of attention draw the woman's eye. Two people stand in the middle of everyone, a male and a female. The man is noticably older than the girl, although not by much, you can tell by his height, face, and the way he carries himself. He's confident and tries to be a ladies man (perhaps too hard) and is a joker. He pours a tiny glass of Cactus Juice down his throat, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He grins, waiting for the girl to go. She smirks, picking her shot glass in her tiny hand. She's like him: cocky, a smart-ass, and nice when she wants to be. She tosses the liquid contents down her throat, adding in a burp for taste.
He pours his next sip, bits of Juice spilling on the counter before he slams the bottle down, grabs the handicapped kid's bucket, and vomits. The woman shudders but doesn't look away, suddenly entertained by their antics. The girl throws her arms abover her head, everyone but the dark girl cheering. She pats the loser on the back as he washes his mouth out with crisp water. When his mouth is as clean as it was when they got there, he pecks her cheek, face pink.
By now, the couple sitting together are making out, fighting back smiles at what is their 'moment of being bad' or something and the dark girl is almost passed out, her boyfriend, toting her as she shuffles her weight lazily.
Their band of fun-lovers grab ahold of each other in some way: hands locked with hands, arms wrapped around shoulders and waists for support, a pair of hands slowly pushing a wheel chair. The girl who was drinking the most has these milky green-blue eyes and hair like a bit of smeared charcoal and she rests her hand on the tan losers shoulder, grabbing his almost-muscular forearm with her free hand. He stumbles and she trips over her criss-crossed ankles, tumbling into the transfixed woman.
The girl laughs pulling herself off the stunned woman slowly. "Sorry," she apologizes between snorts. She catches up with the noisy bunch, pushing the tan boy for making her fall. He laughs, ruffling her hair. They laugh together, following the others out the door, their thunderous chatter diminishing.
"So...why were they acting so funny, mom?" he asks, scratching his nose.
She looks at them then back to her son, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let this be a lesson to you. Never drink."
But, several years later, the kid became a CEO of an alcohol company ^_^
haha soooo it wasn't very tokka-y but it still had it's hints. i thought about drawing a picture of them all a mess like that but then i was like 'i'll just write a fic'.
i hoped you enjoyed it because the next one i might not post for a while. the longest wait would be a week though so it's not TOO bad. :)
Peace, L.