Romans & histoires You And Me And The Bottle Makes Three

"That's right, 1 point for group three. 2 more questions, question number 4," "TEEETTTTT," again the group of three pressed the bell first. "0.06 m" "Right, 2 points for group three, last question." Juna, Aiys, and Tasya are tensed. Their score is the same as the group of three. The questions have been read out, but in the last 5 seconds of counting, there is still no team pressing until, "TEEEEEEEETTTTT," Juna presses. "4.6 Kg," explained Juna.

It means more than you can know. They both walked upstairs together after dinner, pausing at her door for a moment. Things were going back to normal, but she almost missed parts of it. She missed holding his hand when she was afraid. Though normally her head would have burst with snake tongued voices berating her, today they were oddly silent. With that silence, she let her thoughts roam freely. It felt so strange going separate ways. Somehow, just saying 'Good night' felt too shallow. 'Good night' was empty and little. Thinking of a small moment of happiness the past once afforded her, she hooked her right pinky with his and rose it between them.

Kat repeated, half laughing, half horrified. “Hey, you never know when they’ll come in handy,” Gwen said, shrugging. “What if they go to a dark corner booth? You’ll—uh, I mean, your friend will need to see what’s going on.” Kat tried to keep a straight face but ended up laughing along with them. “You guys are ridiculous.” “Ridiculous but right,” Daya said, raising her glass. “To your friend’s mission!” Kat rolled her eyes but clinked her glass against theirs anyway. “You’re all insane,” she said, shaking her head.

I turned it open as I began to gulp it all at once until the bottle was empty. “Let her have the second one.” Alex instructed. Jude and Mathias nodded as they took the second bottle from the table and handed it over to me. I gulped it all at once and only took down the bottle from my mouth when it was empty. The third one was given to me and I gulped it all. It burned my throat down to my stomach but I tried to stay strong. The room was silent, all eyes on me. Finally, Alex spoke. “You’re done. Get out.”

“If she dares to attack you, spray it at her and protect yourself.” Esme said a word of thanks, hung up, and quickly went to the cabinet. Opening the vault inside, besides the small green bottle, there were a few red, yellow and black small bottles. There were quite a few bottles of each color. If it was the real Britney, she would naturally know what they were. Esme, who was pretending to be Britney, did not know. However, she had seen Britney’s work notebook and besides the small black bottles that were not recorded, she knew what the green bottles, red bottles, and yellow bottles contained.

“That’s right baby. Don’t be scared of it, it’s yours now.” It was really thick, heavy and hard in her hand but at the same time it felt soft and velvety. She began to move her hand up and down the length and Adriano’s breath became harsher. She got down from the bed and knelt in front of him. She brought his tip to her mouth and then licked the pre-cum from it cautiously. It didn’t taste bad, it tasted salty and warm. “Yes, Isme. Now put it in your mouth slowly.”

His eyes held mine for another minute more before it darted back to the floor, his eyes barely focusing on anything as I stood there watching him. He was obviously drunk with belch and little hiccups. I hurried over to his side and grab the bottle of Scotch from his hand before he could take another swing from it. "What are you doing, drinking a bottle of Scotch all by yourself huh?" I demanded and half scold him.

*Palak Pov* "Here!" I opened my eyes to see Veer sitting beside me and I immediately sat properly before glancing at the bottle he is offering. "Thank you! Are you taking a break too?" I asked, opening the bottle to take a sip. "All my appointments are done for the day. What about you?" he asked, smiling and glanced at the chart in the room we are present sitting to take a rest.

I asked in a murmur as I carried him to the bed. When he was lying on it, I walked to the shards of glass and began to pick the bigger pieces. “Ouch!” I yelped as one of the shards cut my palm. But it was not painful, not as painful as seeing Korn in such a condition. After trashing the glasses, I brought another glass of water and took the medicine sachet as I walked straight to his bedside. “Sir, you have to take your medication.” I told him as his body continued to shake.

Reed would freak out and that’s the last thing we need. “I’ll be in, in a second” I tell my mate, who nods and heads to meet with everyone else. I make sure the doors are locked, and I get another stabbing sharp pain. I grit my teeth, and squeeze my eyes shut. I take some deep breaths, and once it subsides I meet up with everyone else. Felix is tucked into Reed’s side, and Reed is leaning back against the couch with his arm on the back of it. Ax is sitting at the other end of the couch. It’s a small sectional, so there's enough room for like 4-5 people. I sit beside my mate, and pull the blanket down and onto my lap.