"Come ooon! I have to try this on someone!"
"For the last time, no! I'm not gonna drink your weird alien liquid!"
Keith has had enough. I look at Lance with his pleading eyes. He's never going to let this go will he?
"If I drink it will you leave me alone?"
Lance's eyes perk up at that.
"Yes yes of course!" Handing the small bottle of unknown liquid to Keith. "But I need to see you drink it, come here." Lance grabs his wrist and pulls him down the hall. His grip was a lot stronger than he expected. He just wanted to get this over with.
We stop in front of his door as it slides open and we walk inside. Me unwillingly of course. Once the door closed Lance let's go of my wrist and turns around.
"Go sit on the bed please."
"Why do I have to sit on the bed and why are we in your room?"
Lance sits down on a chair across the room. "Just in case."
"In case of what?"
"Can you just drink it and get it over with?" Lance says with a sigh. It looks like he's hiding something but Keith just wants to get out if this room and creepy feeling. I slowly walk over to Lance's bed and sit down on the edge of it. I look at the bottle in my hand then at Lance. He looks at me expectantly, almost, excited it seems.
"Are you sure this is safe?" Keith waiting to see Lance's reaction.
"Yes, I'm pretty sure it's safe, I tested it myself and I'm fine, now just drink it and you can leave." Lance says with another sigh looking off to the side for a moment but then straight back at me.
"Fine" I open the bottle and give a quick sniff just in case. Smells like nothing really. His stomach churns with a little worry. I take one more look at Lance, seeing a smile, almost unnoticeable in this lighting. Looking back at the bottle I bring it up to my lips 'Screw it.' and down the whole thing.
"Sooooooooo, do you feel anything?"
"Um, not really. Am I supposed to? If this is a trick…
"No no! I promise it's nothing like that. It's just supposed to help you relax. Or at least…"
"Or at least what?"
"Well, it takes a minute to kick in you'll see."
"Lance-...damn. What the hell lance!"
Dropping the bottle, everything started to blur around him, almost, a cottony feel.