❝𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙖.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH a financially struggling college girl found the dirty little secret of a wealthy stockholder/videogamer and how she was cornered like a prey because of it.
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Kenma has not the slightest idea you would be like this when drunk. It's only been an hour and you've chugged almost two bottles and the liquor was quite strong too, no wonder the woman from the store is reluctant to give it to someone who looks like a minor. Right now, Kenma has one word to describe you.
A wreck. You look like a wreck. He doesn't know why you suddenly wanted to drown in alcohol, or whatever it is that prompted you, it's not like he'll ask since it's not his problem and he couldn't care less about it. He just agreed to go here because he really has nothing else to do at home. He'd stream, but he finds it rather bothersome now.
"Kenma," you slurred. "Aren't you...gonna finish that?" You pointed at his glass that you are pretty convince is liquor but you don't remember pouring him one.
It's actually apple juice, Kenma couldn't afford to drink since he'll be driving back home. And he hates being drunk, not the feeling of being actually drunk but the hangover that follows after. He hates it, throwing up and feeling like the surrounding is spinning around, he doesn't like it. And the fact that you're consuming quite a lot of liquor is quite concerning as well.
"Sure," he muttered, lifting his glass as he gulped down the sweet juice. He might have actually downed it all as you stared at him.
