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~Kiva

There’s only one thing that’s going to get me through tonight.

Rifling through the cabinet, I push various cans and preserves to the side before my hand grasps the exact dusty bottle I’ve been looking for.

"Look what I found,” I sing out, straightening to examine the bottle in the light.

I learnt my fathers proclivity for hiding his whiskey amongst the pantry foods that he figures I didn't like when I was a teenager. Now, it’s going to get me through the night with Ark.

"Put that back where you found it,” Ark warns.

I pop the top off it. "Why?"

He studies me from the far side of the room. It’s clear he wants to get through this night with as little annoyance as possible on his part.

"You are not drinking,” he mutters, as I wave the bottle around, trying to tempt him.

"We have been here for hours and both of us are bored,” I wine, sniffing the bottle, trying not to wince at the strong scent it emits.

"Have you drunk before?" Ark questions irritably.

I narrow my eyes on him. He th