“Just keep drinking it. It gets better after a while,” he teased. Pinnacle wasn’t for everyone. But he had to admit—it was one of his guilty pleasures. Generally, Theo liked the harder drinks; he liked drinks that got him drunker quicker. Pinnacle just so happened to be the one womanly drink that he couldn’t help but like. He laughed as Lucas began to polish the bottle of bourbon, nullifying the saccharine tang of the other drink.
He tossed the sunglasses in the air idly, leaning sideways so he could prop his elbow atop the emaciated TV. “Yes mum,” he sighed heavily, sounding resigned. Putting on the sunglasses, he pushed it up higher on the bridge of his nose. Theo tilted his head. “Okay, okay, shutting up.” His hand lifted to zipper his lips together and then moved to sit next to Lucas once again, sequestering the bottle from Lucas so he could take a long, greedy swig. Moistening his lips, Theo turned and then leaned back so that the nape of his neck propped on Lucas’ shoulder, watching the rest of Mean Girls.
There was very little left of the movie, and when the credits began to scroll down the screen, he made insufficient attempts to get up. He was comfortable where he was. “Was it good, or was it good?” He lifted his sunglasses so it touched his forehead, looking up at Lucas.