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Prompt #11: Patrón - When work especially sucked, they skipped beers and went for the hard liquor.
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"Oh, you have got to be kidding," snapped Annie, adding on a few Russian swears as she tore apart the cabinet for something that she already knew was not there. "Dammit! Auggie!"
"What?" Auggie shouted back from the couch.
"You don't have any Patrón!"
He scoffed. "Lies, woman! I know for a fact that there's an unopened bottle of Patrón Silver in there."
Annie gestured pointlessly at the empty liquor cabinet. "I've torn this cabinet apart and moved everything, Auggie. Wherever this bottle of booze is, it's not in the usual place."
"That's not possible. I put it in there myself." She heard him walk into the kitchen and kneel down beside her without losing his balance or needing to orient himself. It was times like this that Annie could forget, for a brief moment, that he was blind. That he'd never see out of those warm, brown, St. Bernard-esque eyes again. "Are you messing with the blind man, Walker?"
She scowled at him. "I'm scowling at you, Auggie. No, I would not do that. There's booze involved, and that'd be unnecessarily cruel."
"Like you've never resorted to cruelty for a laugh."
"For the last time, wiseass, I never told Bea to hit on you. She made that play all on her own."
Rather than continue the childish argument, Auggie got to his feet and sighed. "Fine then. What booze do we have?"
Annie quickly took inventory. "We have rum, tequila, some decent vodka, a quarter-bottle of scotch, and a fair bit of bourbon." She reached over and opened the fridge. "As well as a six-pack of beer."
"Wow, we could survive the second Prohibition," remarked Auggie. "All right then, let's start the night out right. Shotglasses are in the upper cabinet. Limes are in the fridge."
"Look who's prepared," Annie teased with a grin. She grabbed the shotglasses and limes as Auggie picked up the tequila and led the way back to the couch.
"Boy Scouts, babe."
"Of course." Dropping beside him on the couch, Annie lined up the shotglasses. "Six glasses, all at your twelve o'clock. I'll pour."
In the span of two hours they were downing shots like they were water. The tequila was gone, and the vodka had been used in an interesting blend of mixed shots with the rum.
Needless to say, the friendship line between Auggie and Annie was becoming seriously blurred as the night went on. She was leaning against him to stay upright, giggling madly like a schoolgirl, and his arm was wrapped tightly around her waist in a more-than-friend embrace with a goofy smile on his face.
Boundaries weren't the only things getting fuzzy; inhibitions were also being lost. If he was sober, Auggie would have never dared to be this bold. Annie was his best friend, and this tempted his control all the way to the cliffside of his desire. Likewise, Annie was pretty certain she wouldn't be pressing herself against her handler's body if she was clear-headed.
"Today sucked," she said, toying with her shot of scotch absently as she snuggled next to Auggie. "I mean, reeeeeeeallly sucked."
"Yeah," he replied eloquently. "Totally."
"Jai's such a bastard. Why'd he have to screw up so bad?"
"Dunno." Auggie shrugged, unintentionally jostling her as well. "He's a douche."
"Yeah." She looked up at Auggie with an affectionate expression on her face. "Your eyes are pretty," she giggled.
"I'd say the same, but I'd be lying through my teeth." With surprising accuracy, his hand reached up to caress her cheek. "I bet your eyes are beautiful."
Another giggle slipped through her lips. "Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Anderson?" Annie asked coyly, ignoring all those pesky thoughts from the still-sober bit of her brain that screamed to back off, stop now, don't risk it...
"Maaaaaybeeee," he drawled lazily. He leaned closer to her face, almost brushing noses and close enough to feel her warm breath fan across his cheeks. "Would you be against my seducing you, Miss Walker?" he responded, ignoring his gentlemanly sense of back off, not now, don't push it...
Now that sobriety was beginning to make a reappearance, their feelings started to waver, seeking shelter from reality. It was harmless while they were intoxicated; there was always the chance that a confession could be passed off as drunken ramblings.
Then again, two years of suppressed emotions had to be let out somehow, and it was already peeking out of their carefully guarded hearts. There was no way to keep them from busting free, but there was a way to keep them from busting out completely.
"Auggie?"
"Yeah Annie?"
Teetering on the brink, and without another choice, they leaned forward to close the distance between them...
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