ac_unit
Nikki stood up with him and heading inside falling over on the bed with her bottle in hand
Jo looks bemused.
"Don't stain the sheets, dear. That alcohol does not come out of fabrics."
ac_unit
"I do what I want.. "
"Not with these sheets, you don't." Jo replies, beding over and picking up a random bottle - number 6, if memory serves. Jo is obviously shitfaced at this point.
ac_unit
"Hey give that back! " she stood up and crossed her arms staring at him
Jo looks at the obviously full bottle.
"Um- what?"
ac_unit
"Give back the bottle… " she said confused as she looked at him
"I- just grabbed this though?"
ac_unit
Nikki looked down at the bottle that was clearly in her grasp and her face went red "o-oh…."
Jo looks at her bottle, then at his, and starts laughing.
"How many bottles have you had, dear? Because I think you're at your limit!"
ac_unit
(I wasn't paying attention but I saved It 🤣)
She looked at her bottle a held it close to her "it's my third… But I had tequila.. "
(Lol that's fuckin funny- Jo over here on his seventh, i do believe, not even caring what he's been putting in his system- it's a wonder he's even able to speak XD )
Jo raises an eyebrow.
"I think tequila's the one I gagged on earlier."
ac_unit
(XD OOOOPS)
Nikki rolled her eyes and drinks the rest of the bottle "that was vodka actually jo-"
(Lol yeahhhhh)
Jo sighs.
"It's all the same in the end."
ac_unit
"Well- wait….. Stop making me think it hurts"
Jo snorts.
"I'm much drinker than you are babe, and I can still contemplate whether causality is a construct of human limitation or if it's truly a governing concept of everything."
ac_unit
"I didn't understand a fucking thing that just spilled out of your mouth.. "
"Nobody ever does." Jo huffs, finally popping open the bottle and taking a drink from it.
ac_unit
"Oh shut the hell up.." Nikki looks at Jo annoyed as her vision began to blur and she started to wobble
Jo looks at Nikki, squinting slightly.
"You're shaking like jello being hit with a vibrator, sweetheart. Rum might help with that."
ac_unit
Nikki gags and sets her empty bottle down "fuck off I don't like that stuff… "
"It'll wake you up, though!" Jo says cheerfully, tipping his head and bottle back, nearly falling backwards.
ac_unit
Nikki walks over to Jo and take the bottle from him and grabbed him buy his jacket so she can guide him to the couch and plopps him down almost falling into him
Jo yelps and whines, grabbing for his bottle.
"I want more alcohol!" they pout.
"But if I can't get drunker on that, I might have to get drunk on you. . ." they growl realizing that Nikki might not be moving.
ac_unit
"You don't need it! You need to chill out Jo I'm serious your gonna fucking die. "
Jo glares.
"I'd pass out well before I died from alcohol poisoning, sweetheart. I've been literally shot at, and hit, in the skull, with bullets. And I'm still alive."
ac_unit
"Yeah and this isn't- wait did you say your gonna get drunk off of me?? " of course she just now heard what he said
Jo pauses, raising an eyebrow.
"I did, yes. If you want to finish your bottle and the rest of mine, I can wait."
ac_unit
"What no I'm not drinking anything else… And neither are you! "
Jo glares again, then sighs, simply standing up, Nikki falling to the floor.
"Well, what exactly is stopping me? I'm not blackout drunk yet."
