;-; i haven't worn my retainers at all this year and i have an appointment this month rip.
dedicated to @rain_williams for their big mouth, may you never stop being sassy XD (honestly at this point, the whole book is dedicated to you)
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"I wanna get fucked up." Louis smiles over at Zayn, pointing to the local saloon.
"Yea, well, when do you not? Didn't we steal about half a keg of booze a couple days ago?" Zayn asks, looking at the small table with their supplies on it.
He doesn't see the keg.
"Funny story, ha, its gone," Louis bravely admits, giving a smug smile to Zayn.
"Whats the funny part?" Zayn frowns. He wanted to at least try a sip of the vodka, booze is a rarity.
"You don't get any." Louis states in a matter-of-fact way, then dodges the smack Zayn tries to throw at him.
"I buy you a room and this is how you repay me? I want a divorce." The olive skinned boy jokes back, letting Louis' good mood get to him.
"Dont flatter yourself, this is barely a room. I don't know how that asshole gets any service." Louis spat, judging the room as he looks around.
"Neither do i, but its the best i could do," Zayn shrugs, "It's better than anything else we have."
The room isn't five star quality but like Zayn said, it was better than anything they had.
It was an all wooden house with light oak planks for the floors. There was a small kitchen, consisting of a round table with two chairs.
There was also a stove, which was nice because they wouldn't have to make a fire anymore to cook things.
For their beds, there were two small bed frames with a mattress laying on each frame. There was a clean quilt draped over the mattress to double as a sheet and blanket.
The bathroom was an outhouse about 4 yards from the room, it wasn't inside the house for obvious reasons. The tub was a large bucket with a sponge inside, placed next to a smaller bucket to get the water from a well.
The boys had attached their horses to a post outside the room and placed their 'belongings' on the table.
"Man, look at that! Real, Hay bedding!" Louis observes, clearly liking the room more than he had let on.
Louis walks over to the bed and hugs it.
The mattress was made from hay that was clumped together by some twine. It wasn't the best, but it was better than sleeping on the floor.
"Yea, yea i know, I'm the best. You still wanna go to the saloon or sit here and drool over the bed?" Zayn jokes, dusting off his clothes.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Louis waves Zayn off, grabbing a small piece of metal to check his reflection in.
Zayn sees the bucket next to the tub has a batch of fresh water inside it, so he splashes his face a couple times before attempting to style his hair.
"How're we gonna get money for drinks?" Zayn asks once he's done cleaning himself.
"Steal?" Louis suggests, seeing that the 7 coins they had were the only coins left.
"Yea i guess, we can steal drinks. Nothing more, i don't want to get caught nor do i want to continue stealing." Zayn says with a firm tone, trying to reassure himself his words.
"Oh, if that curly haired boy is there, im gonna be stealing much more than drinks." Louis laughs and begins to do a sexual dance.
Zayn looks at him in disgust and contemplates making a small dick joke, but instead waves his hand in a punching motion towards Louis.
"Get out of here." Zayn fondly shakes his head, trailing behind Louis as he practically runs to the bar.
~*~
"You look beautiful tonight, dear." Liam compliments Niall, bringing Niall's hand up for a kiss.
"Thank you, Liam." Niall blushes, smiling at Liam.
Niall was wearing a dark purple dress that was fairly simple. He wore the bracelet Liam got him as well as some earrings and makeup.
Liam, not liking cowboy boots and leather vests, wore blue jeans with a white shirt.
"I want to take you to the saloon." Liam hums, placing his hand on Niall's waist and guiding him out of his house.
Niall thought he was a little too young to drink, only being 17 and all. They walked in silence most of the way, Niall was mostly contemplating on weather he should say no or not.
"Do they serve dinner?" He asked, wanting to at least get something.
"Yes, but thats not what you're having. I want you to try some whiskey, i love that stuff." Liam said, opening the door for Niall as the entered the bar.
As soon as Niall entered the saloon, a stench of alcohol and sweat flooded his nose.
He could barely seen anything due to the sea of straw hats and leather vests blocking his view. Everyone here was tipsy to say at the least.
Saloons at its finest.
The music was somewhat okay, the fiddler's skills were hindered by the alcohol in his body.
"Go find a place to sit, ill meet you there with some drinks." Liam almost yells over the sound of music and people.
The atmosphere begins to soak into Liam, causing him to hit Niall's bum before leaving towards the counter.
Niall blushes profusely but tries to play it off by rolling his eyes.
Niall eventually finds a small booth in the very back of the room thats part of a long line of other tables.
"i feel like a pickle torpedo...in a sea of graham cracker crumbs." A voice yells out, with a loud thud of hands smacking down on the table.
Niall, obviously intrigued by this groundbreaking philosophy, turns his head around to see who might've said that.
Oh, it was the cute black haired boy and his friend from earlier.
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tbh the only good thing that's coming out of trump being president is the memes.
so many memes
(s/o to reddit for the pickle torpedo)
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