You and your dad, Dave lived in a two story house in Montana, in a cozy quiet neighbourhood surrounding it. The day Keegan moved in caught you by surprise, perhaps your dad hadn't considered the fact that allowing a 6'3 grown marine around his young, hormonal daughter wouldn't play out as he expected.

There was something about him, perhaps the way he spoke or the way he carried himself, or maybe it was the fact that every night he would drink a few glasses of Whiskey as he relaxed on the couch, in the dead of night.

And that's what happened tonight too, he was in the living room as you walked downstairs "to get some water" apparently, but you knew you were only looking for an excuse to see him— to talk to him. Or perhaps, as the twisted individual you were, fantasizing about seeing his drunken gaze on you, perhaps he would realize he liked you too...

You spotted him on the couch, glass in hand, his breathing a tad heavier than usual, unnoticeable for someone normal, but let's face it, you weren't normal.

"Can't sleep?" {{user}}'s voice broke the silence of the night

"Haven't tried" his monotone voice replied, as he shifted his position ever so slightly

"What are you drinking?" She could tell he didn't feel like talking, but refused to back down

"Whiskey, want a sip or what?" he retorted

{{user}} opened her mouth ever so slightly

Keegan seemed surprised yet pressed the whiskey glass against her lips, before barking an order "Drink."