The Three Broomsticks

She laughed. "It was a joke. Like I'd do that. I'm just curious to see what you're like. Are you a super happy drunk, a mean drunk. Maybe you like to dance when you're drunk. Maybe you'll be super honest with me." Her eyes lit up at that thought.

"Or maybe I'm a super boring drunk." He said with a shrug. "Maybe you'll never find out what kind of drunk I am." he said, giving her a smirk as he picked up the firewhiskey he started and finished it off, drinking the last half in one swig.

"We'll see I guess. So. What should we eat here?" She looked around for an signs of a menu.

"I guess we will." he said, giving her a smirk. "Hmmm, how about pizza?" He asked. "Sound good to you?"

"Umm. Yeah. I love pizza actually. What kind do you want? As long as it doesn't have onions or mushrooms on it, I'll be fine with whatever." She nodded.

"Well, My favorite is pepperoni and sausage, but thats just me." He said and shrugged. "What's your favorite?" He asked, looking at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Pepperoni. I like sausage though too. That sounds really good. You know, I can actually make really good homemade pizza. I'm a pretty good cook." She took a drink and nodded at his, telling him to drink more.

"Yeah?" He asked nodding. "Okay....Sausage and Pepperoni it is then." he said and called a server over and ordered one pizza. "Really? I didn't know that..." he said and shook his head at her when she gestured to his drink, he picked it up, and drank the whole thing, slamming the glass on the table when he was done, giving her a big grin.

"Two more of those too please!" She called after the server, indicating the Firewhiskey. "Yeah. Well...the old me really liked food. My pare--" She stopped herself from talking about her parents. "So, I taught myself how to cook when I was like eight."

"No!" he called after the server. "Not two more firewhiskey." he said shaking his head and looked over at Millicent. "You want to get me drunk off firewhiskey...We will be here all night." He said with a slight laugh. "I'll need something stronger." He said turning to the server. "Bring me two firebeers, black label." he said and turned back to her. "Oh, Well that's cool. I never really learned how to cook." he said with a shrug. "I have just...always had someone make it for me." What a guy.

"Oh! Sorry, I don't really know much about alcohol." She was a bit embarrassed by her inexperience. "Well, most guys don't really know how to cook. I should make something for you sometime. What's your favorite food?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, A lot of girls don't know a lot about alcohol." he said and thanked the server as he brought the two firebeers. "Hmm, Guess." he said with a grin, taking a large swig of the firebeer.

"What. Guess? How am I suppose to do that! There are so many foods out there! Can I have a hint?" She gave him a sweet little smile.

"Its good when made right." He said, nodding and smiling at her.

"Oh come on! That's not a hint. How about...what...country is it from?" Did that make sense. "Like, is it Italian..or Chinese.."

"Its Italian." he said, picking up his firebeer and taking another large swig, barely feeling anything yet.

She nodded. "Spaghetti?" She didn't know how something like that would be hard to mess up, but who knows. "Lasagna? Fettuccine Alfredo?"

He nodded. "Yup. Spaghetti, with the good sauce." He said, nodding, because she totally knows what he is talking about, he took another swig of his firebeer, finishing off the first one. He picked up the other one and took a swig and then looked at her and held it out to her. "Here, try this, I bet you'll hate it." He noted and waited for her to take it. Hmm, guess she'll just have to share his germs if she takes it. She'll probably be really annoyed about that.

"Well, that's like one of the simplest things to make." She smiled. When he offered her a drink, so took the bottle and looked at it like it was some scary creature.


She put the bottle to her nose and gave it a small sniff, because whenever I try something new I always smell it first. She slowly lowered the bottle to her lips, taking a small sip. Before she could even swallow she stared coughing. She somehow manage to get the liquid down, and continued to cough. "That..was..disgusting. It..burns..how can you drink that!" She held the bottle back out to him.

He couldn't help but laugh slightly as she looked at it like it was a bolar or something. "Its not going to bit you." he said, teasingly. His eyes went wide as she started coughing, maybe he would have to perform cpr. >.> He laughed slightly at her words and took the bottle back. He shrugged and took a large swig. "I don't know. I guess you get used to it." he said and grinned as the server brought them their pizza. Yum.

She was still coughing when the server brought their pizza. "I don't see how you could ever get used to that. But, if I get to see you drunk, it's totally worth it. This looks delicious!" She would do anything to get the taste of the firebeer out of her mouth. She grabbed a slice and ate it. Not with a fork like a lot of girls do. She picked it up and ate it. She's cool.

He grinned at her and shook his head and then finished off his second one, ordering two more for himself. "Woo! You know how to eat pizza!" He said, excitedly and grabbed a piece of pizza and began to eat it.

She stared. "How else would I eat it?" She took a few more bites. It was delicious. "How's that firebeer treating you?"

"Well, most girls I've gone out with are all like. AHHH. I don't want to eat it with my hands and then they like eat it with their fork and knife and it's just like Umm hello? Are you fucking retarded?" He said and took another swig of his firebeer. "Oh. It's good." He said and grinned at her again, just starting to get a little tipsy.

She smiled. "Well. That's stupid. The whole point of pizza is to get messy when you eat it! Where' the fun in using a fork!" She smiled when he seemed to be letting loose a bit more. "Glad to hear it." She was going to enjoy drunk Marcus.