these drunken nights in
a/n: written for morsmordre's shipping week. prompt: purple.
a/n2: i'm so sorry.
In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to have some of his mother's moonshine. But she was sprawled across the couch asleep with Modesty's fingers in her mouth, in the midst of an underwear moment. It wasn't as if she was going to care.
Credence only meant to have a sip or two, just to see what it was like. But just as he was about to put the bottle down, Ivan woke up and startled him, accidentally causing him to consume more of the moonshine. All of a sudden, Credence was in the mood for some dampish bread.
He went to the kitchen and took some dampish bread from the kitchen. Though by now the alcohol had begun to take its toll, and he promptly dropped it in his lap. This wouldn't do at all. Credence had to resort to using two kitchen knives like chopsticks just to get the bread in his mouth.
The leaf machine was giving him weird looks now. Credence glared at it.
After he finished the dampish bread, he figured he should probably go to bed before he did anything too strange. But the next thing he knew, he was in the bathtub with his socks on his head, and he was consumed by the overwhelming desire to pretzel.
That was how Mary Lou found him in the morning when she came in for her bathtub time. Credence had fallen asleep and partially unpretzeled during the night, though his pants had somehow ended up in the sink. Not to mention that he also had a bad headache, both from the alcohol and sleeping in the bathtub.
He ended up with a large purple bruise on his face for touching Mary Lou's moonshine without permission. But he didn't need it. Credence had already decided he was done drinking for a very long time.
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