Chapter Three: Boos and TV

After paying the waitress, Matty and Taylor left the restaurant and drove home. They dressed down, full and satisfied, then went into the kitchen. Matty took the whiskey out of the freezer, a smile on his face.

"Niiice..." said Matty, turning around and placing the bottle on the table. "Get some shot glasses, would you?" said Matty as he spun the cap of the bottle. Taylor rested a red and blue shot glass on the table near Matty, taking the red one for himself as it was closer to him. Matty filled each small cup then put the bottle down and raised his cup to Taylor. Taylor did the same, a smile on his face as he and Matty clanked glasses then swigged their drinks down. Both cleared their throats, then immediately, Matty poured them another glass.

Shot after shot, they decided to stop at ten, feeling a strong burn in each their stomaches. Matty said they should sit down and wait for it to kick in, and so they got comfortable on the couch and put on the TV. Only ten minutes later, Matty and Taylor were no longer who they were before drinking. They laughed hysterically at humorless things, talked about matters they hardly knew they were talking about, listened to music. Taylor got up once to use the bathroom, ending up bumping into the doorway because of his dizziness, which made both he and Matty laugh.

They ended up watching a movie, one they'd seen before together as kids. As they watched it, resting against each other, Matty had many memories of his past when he and Taylor hung out.

"Hey, Taylor... You remember that time we planned to sneak out, meet each other in the middle of the night to play baseball, one on one?" asked Matty, looking emotionally at Taylor.

"Yeah. You beat me, as usual," Taylor replied, his lids low but a brow raised in amusement.

"Yeah. You know, back then, you were the only good guy I knew. Still are," Matty replied. Usually he wouldn't come out and say things like this, but his intoxicated state made him free of worry or fear; he was hardly self-aware, he could only think the first thought that entered his mind.

"You too," Taylor replied after a moment of hesitation, brows creased and heart pounding. Matty looked at Taylor, his eyes dark as his pupils were dilated.

"Come on..." Matty said, his voice quiet. "Let's hit the sheets."

Taylor looked at Matty then picked up the remote and shut off the TV. He and Matty then stood up in unison, both heading for the bedroom.

Tbc.