Dense like a rock or more like mud? Honestly Billi didn’t even understand the idea that what he said was a flirtatious comment. He was far to stupid for that. Not that Billi really could argue with people who called him dumb, because he knew he was dumb. What could one expect from a sheltered bronks style boy. A mom that cared so much about his well being and, he himself, who got enveloped by his work and game life. It drained him of any real experiences, any real connections that he would come to desire as an adult.

The eye brows precariously raised as his thumb stood up like a hitch hiker looking for a ride to nevada. “Yeah! I don’t know what it is or anything on the menu! HAHA” the laugh was obnoxious and clearly a cover up for how anxious he was. Well….Not anxious but perhaps the more preferred term...AWKWARD. Yeah. For once the himbo was out of his element, looking for anything, something to fixate himself on so he didn’t look completely innocent and pure. After all adults had an image to sustain.

“A lil what?!” he pretended to be offended, “I can drink so much bro like...TWO BARRELLS A LOT” he taunted. Then the bartender rolled their eyes and slid the drink to Billi, who eye balled the other, before trying to show off and downed the whole thing in one go but clearly underestimated the drink and gagged from the strong after taste. “See it’s sooooooo goood” he lied as he held back, “What about you? You must love that drink,”

Billi felt the powerful boom of the alcohol pooling in his guts. It was a show of power, courage, and most of all impulsively stupidity that not even time could erase. From the dawn of time Darwin foreshadowed the coming of people drinking to show off and giving into peer pressure. Why do you think TLC has so many tv shows? Billi could star in one of those and get three spin-offs just for his poor habits and drinking, like a nun. “Yeah I can drink SOOO much keep it coming!” he taunted.

Granted he didn’t pay much attention to the other who was trying to get him into something more….tolerable to a virgin drinker. Sure there were other things he had done in his life, but he was never going to be this powerhouse, even if he liked to pretend it. “Drink it slow?! Why would I do that?! Isn’t the point to get drunk.” he asked curiously as his but plopped down on the stool.

Luckily Billi was smart enough to wear clothes that fit snugly, but tailored correctly. He had avoided gaining any extra muscle, considering to do so he’d need a roid jabbed in his bum, and needles were scary, and he didn’t want his weiner to be a mini weiner. “Isn’t that was people do at bars? Get drunk and forget! Have fun? like...uhh” his virgin drinking came out like a nun flashing the audience. “Oh it’s cool!” he muscled and sipped at the drink. “Oh it’s YUMMY” his eyes lit up like a child.

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Just how inexperienced was he? Well! His life was rich with love, and being kept happy. And working, all the time. So there was no time for fun, even if fun to him was working. Soda pop, doritos and other junk food kept him boppin with the gamer bros online on a twitch stream. While cooking and taking care of a younger sister took up the rest of his youth. Poverty was only glorified in video games where the underdog always won, but sadly in a world where stealing gets you put in jail, it’s not quite realistic.

So no, drinking wasn’t his number one thing on his list of experiences. That was why he had these listicals online that kept him occupied with what he wanted to do in his life. Drinking with a friend… well he didn’t have any friends in Hoenn yet, but this was close enough right? The girl besided him was more then friendly, and even...very tomboy….. Squirting…..or was it a boy? Yeah...boy?....no….non binary? Billi was so confused as his hulk hand poured the oran flavored drink down his throat.

“Mixing them? Well that seems like a lot to do just to drink. Can’t you just drink a lot and get even more drunkish!” granted he didn’t know what being drunk for himself was like, but he just figured it was a more enhanced less caring person. “do they have a fire type or something,” dense. Dumb. stupid. Billi was clearly not getting the words leaving the woman’s mouth besides the MC everything exiting her lips. “Oh...uhhhh McBilli,” he blurted out just confused by the others words.

“Why is there Mc on everything you say?” he asked genuinely.

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Eyes wandered around in a blurry haze because he was a lightweight and the world just seemed to be caught up in his blurr. Naturally he didn’t really know which direction to look at or what to talk about, because he was just chatty about anything. Was there a purpose to his conversations, to his madness that was stirred by these shaken drinks. Fingers could barely find the glass that was already in his hand, pressed to his lips, both confused and concerned for himself as he didn’t even realize what beverages were being slammed into him, or that he was even ordering them.

“Oh….I...never heard..one that y-you know…” he mentioned as he spun in the stool that didn’t spin with him so it was like watching a punching back get dragged in a circle. The blue eyes glossy as he heard Mcflurry talk about going to his place. “Oh….my home.? I’m homeless” he meant it in the most drunken of ways. Technically he stayed in hotels, so his home wasn’t really home. “But….a BBIIIGGGG bed! Lots offff blankets! And Pillowwwwwwwwsss.” he slurred some and started making no sense. “Did you...you see it?” did you want to see it, was what he meant to say by the brain plus alcohol didn’t function properly.

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