Husk

"... Okay so I might've taken it as uh... As a fuck you to a certain someone. It's a cute heart rug, okay?"

It's a nice rug. Until she makes eye contact. "... I can explain."

"You're... Disappointed..?" Her lips quiver, arms latching onto him and rubbing her face into his arm. "M'sorry. I won't do it again, I promise."

She scrambles off the barstool, just to trail behind him like some lost puppy. "Huussssssky, you're not mad, right?"

"mmmhmph... Ya didn't tell me it was cherriesssss--- alcohol." She was feeling the buzz beginning to tingle just under the surface of her skin. "H..huusssssssskskskskk...imma blame yoooou."

"....whhhhhhore."

"...sssshhhoo.... What's the percentaaaaage?" She's probably sweating as she looks at the jar, checking to see how much she took in.

"Usually, the cherries are toppers.. and not really... Alcoholic, in my defense." Her face was now very, very suddenly warm. She awkwardly takes a seat on the barstool now. "And awwww you caaaaaare~"

"oh-" the singular cherry drops onto the countertop, bouncing twice before rolling a little further. "Oh I'm about to be fucked up-"

There's a comedic popping sound, and a single cherry hanging out of her mouth by the stem. She helplessly grins at him, giggling as she shrugs with her hands up in surrender.

Worst decision he has ever made.

@HuskToDust He sits at the bar and puffs. “… apple scotch on the rocks…”

Oh this 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. She may be short, but she has arm length! She most definitely tries to make a grab for it, the teary eyed begging expression gone and replaced with determination. "Giiiiive it! Hand it over-"

She leans up to him, hands clasped together as they make a tiny squeak. Her bottom lip juts out, her eyes just about to be brimming with tears. "Huuuuussk, pretty please? With a cherry on top?"

❝ You did this, you fix it.❞

{🍰} She lost her scarf somewhere between her room and the kitchen. This is how she must drink.

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