It was unpleasant, to say the least. Neither of you wanted to explore the subject further. You shared a knowing look, and you went for your glass. Nick saw this, and decided to finish his off as well. As you were turning back to him, drink in hand, his chin was turned upwards accepting the contents of the tiny glass. For whatever reason, in that instance, you couldn't help but be mesmerized by the fluidity of it. It was almost in slow motion, and you could nearly trace the alcohol as it moved from his mouth down, making a small wave travel down his throat before disappearing into him.

Shit, you must already be starting to feel the buzz. Such fascination with minute little details like that were always an early warning sign. However, you managed to reclaim your focus before he recovered from the hit. Not wanting to seem like you didn't wanna keep up, you decided to hurry up and put yours down while you still had the chance to catch up.

Your wrapped your fingers around the glass. You let it sit on the counter for another second as you got up the fortitude to be able to take it. You absently wondered if you were holding the glass too tigh, as your fingers were beginning to tingle slightly as the substance began to take effect on your sense. You absently purse your lips as you prepare to shotgun the glass back for hopefully the last time.

The somewhat depressing connotations of the last few turns in the conversation had just about dissipated by the time the next order of drinks came out. You aren't sure what Nick had ordered for you two, but the dark liquid in the cup popped and fizzed around swirling cubes of ice floating on the top.

You reached your hand out and grabbed the glass. The teardrops of condensation which had been forming on the glass surface met your hand with a chill. Though, after a long, hot, dry day at work, it felt heavenly to you. You lifted it it to your lips, and wetted them before taking a sip of the drink. It was fruity and sweet, with a slight tang in the back of your throat to it caused by the soda. Of course you recognized the flavor- Some sort of tropical rum of some sort, mixed into what was almost certainly Dr. Pupper.

Nick lets out a satisfied sigh. Apparently, he had just taken a sip of his own glass. You hadn't noticed before due to the fact that you were zoning out, even though you were looking him right in the face. He continues to overdo his apparent enjoyment of the drink by adding "Ah, can't go wrong with a coconut run, huh anon?"

It was only a few seconds after he said that did you realize he asked you a question. It was fairly rhetorical, a non-question that he asked out of nothing more than a want to spur a conversation onwards. However, in your inebriated state, it took your mind a moment to catch up with what it had heard. You remembered the first time you had tried coconut rum. You decidedto bring it up to him. Of course he'd remember, but it seemed like a good enough topic as any to go off on.

"Yeah... Can't go wrong with it. Except for the first time, remember that? Kinda went wrong with it then."

He looked into your eyes for a split second, all brain power seeming to have suddenly left his physical body. Suddenly, his eyes lit up with, and a contagious grin began to from at the corners of his mouth, illiciting you to do the same. He spoke.

"Yeah, how could I forget that one? My mom was pissed when she found out."

"I don't think I remember, the memory is kind of... hazy, for SOME strange reason. How did we et ourselves caught again?"

Images of your mom screeching at you the second you got home started to pile into your memory. And you were all but certain that the same happened to Nick the second you left. He seemed almost surprised that you didn't remember how such a cleverly laid plan to waste.

"C'mon man, for real? You really don't remember? Our parents were so pissed I'd have thought it'd be scarred into your brain."

You shook your head half heartedly. That was probably nearly 17 years ago. You two were 15, max. Though you were certain it was something obvious and stupid that you two did to oust yourselves, you couldn't remember specifically. With a shrug of your shoulders, he began to remind you of that night.

"Alright, so, you remember how we got it, right? Remember how excited we were to try it?"