hunter.

           “I don’t know how they do it back at MCKINLEY — but you just tried to down 200 dollar bourbon. No wonder you’re coughing…” Hunter chuckled at the sight, but easily handed the male a napkin && his hand to stabilize himself if needed. “You feeling alright, Blaine?”

  Oh holy!!!!  The bourbon felt like liquid fire that he willingly swallowed without even being dared to do it!  The flavor filled his mouth and nose as he coughed and blindly swatted his hand in desperation until he latched onto Hunter’s arm instead of his hand.  Close enough! Tears were in his eyes when he opened them again and he palmed the napkin then covered his mouth with both.  Rapidly nodding that he was okay (embarrassed but okay)–the shorter of the pair blinked the wet off his lashes and stared down at the cup.  “That tastes like a forest fire in my mouth,” he sputtered out and ignored his mouth filling with saliva.  “How many tastebuds do you think were sacrificed to that swallow?”  And was it enough to save some face and do one next time without choking to death?