Chapter 12 - First drink

Ezra walked through the serene forest, humming a soft song. That cold dunk in the waterfall really cooled down his temper. He forgot about that maggot and thought about all the beautiful things in his life.

'Yeah, why should I even bother about him? So, what if he looks hurt? He hurt me so many times. let him feel the burn.' with a grin he took off into a run towards Mateo's house.

They lived quite close to the pack, but he had to run through the entire forest to get there.

Slowly all the emotion and frustration that had built up in his body had melted away. Laughing out loud, he ran to Mateo's house and stood by their door step slightly panting.

Without having to knock Mateo opened the door with a grin. "you're soaking wet man…."

Ezra playfully shook his head sprinkling water all over his face.

"If you don't stop, I'll yank your hair out."

"Get me a towel," he ran to the sofa and plopped on it.

"Dude, don't you dare get the sofa wet. My mum will kill me?"

Sighing era sat up, making sure his wet hair was not touching the sofa. "Why would she get a sofa if she wants no one sitting on it?"

"It's a statement piece she says," Mateo came out with a towel and tossed it to his head. "Come on let's head up."

"Huh? I thought you wanted to practice football?"

"yeah, but let's do that later. I've got something for you," he grinned mischievously.

Ezra had seen that look on his face every single time they had gotten into trouble. "let's go~"

and he was ready to get into trouble tonight.

They ran up to his room, racing each other. "I'm first" Ezra shouted, opening the door wide.

"come on man, don't misuse your Wolf talent," panting Mateo walked into the room. Then he secretly closed the door and took out a small bottle of Jack Daniels from behind the door. "it snuck it from my dad's secret stash. It's older than me," he raised the bottle to his head with a happy grin.

Ezra plucked it from his hand. "isn't he going to notice his priced procession gone?"

"we'll just fill it up with water."

He gave him a dull look.

"Come on, this is the only idea I can come up with. We are almost eighteen yet we haven't touched alcohol. it's so bad for our social life." he shook the bottle happily.

Ezra plopped on the bed and watched him fight with the bottle cap. His pack was very strict and none of the pups were allowed to have a sip of drink before their coming of age that is their eighteen the birthday. It was said that alcohol can enhance their senses, this can help them find their mate soon, but when consumed before time, it could alter our senses a bit.

"Here," Mateo happily handed him a shot glass of whiskey.

'ah what is one glass going to do?' He chugged it down in one breath. The burning sensation went straight to his stomach. "Whoa!" he sat up straight. "It burns…. And it tastes like wet socks."

Mateo gagged. "Maybe it tastes better with pizza." They both headed down with the bottle and heated up a frozen pizza.

They ate slices and then tried to chug a shot glass of whiskey. This time the drink did not taste so harsh.

Before they could even realize it, they had chugged down the entire bottle.

Mateo tried to pour out of the empty bottle with a pout. "it's gone so soon? I want more…. "

"No more. It's too much." Ezra was lying on the ground gazing up at the cool light fixture. "Is it just me or... does your light have spider legs?"

"Uh?" Mateo dizzily laid down next to him. "That… that is wood. Not legs…."

Ezra chuckled. "it's trippy. Is this what it feels like to be drunk?"

"Yep… it feels light and cool…" he sat up suddenly. Soon his pink face turned pale. "And sickening…."

Laughing Ezra patted his back. "let's go out and cool down our bodies."

They had initially planned to practice football for their next tryouts. But it ended up a drunk match.

Ezra grabbed the football in hand and grinned. "I'm team blue and you're team red. just come at me okay.," he dashed through the huge lawn to the other end.

Drunkard Mateo stumbled in his way and hugged his waist but he was not able to stop him.

Ezra ended up dragging him behind him like a tail.

"Hey this is cheating. you cat your wolf powers." Mateo patted his butt.

"Come on I'm not cheating." Ezra patted the top of his head. "You're supposed to try to stop me, not hug me."

Mateo placed his head on his butt with a grin. "you've got a juicy butt."

Ezra laughed out loud patting his head. "you drunkard."

He had already gotten sober after running around for a while but Mateo was still drunk. Who knew his best friend was such a funny drunkard?

Suddenly a branch snapped to his right.

Ezra vigilantly gazed at the side. His wolf senses were enhanced and he smelled something familiar.

"Huh? I think it's rabbit." Mateo got up unsteadily. "Ho baby rabbit."

"a rabbit?" Ezra did sniff out a rabbit scent but there was also another scent mixed in.

"yeah, a family of rabbits life here." he crawled to the ground to the rose patch and took out a pink wiggly, worm-like creature. "Baby rabbit."

"God put it down," Ezra knew it was time to step in and held his drunkard of a friend out.

He placed the rabbit in its nest and covered it up. "Get up you goofy bozo." he pulled him over his shoulder and walked back to the house.

"Wow your ass is so jiggly~ Hehe…" Mateo kept patting his butt.

"You're quite a lecherous person when you're drunk."

"Hehe, I like admiring beauty when I see it…." Mateo swayed on his shoulders. "I don feel good…"

"Ah, don't you dare puke!!"

Before he could stop him, Mateo puked all over his mum's favorite white couch.

They both sobered up completely after that.

"We are so dead."