Having A Sip

The 'rents were gone so I had some of their beer. It was bitter, but good and I drank a couple until I got hazy and had to sit down next to the cupboard where Dad locked up the booze. Yeah, sure, they'd notice some of the beers were gone, but Dad would never believe I would pick a lock and steal his shit.

I thought I heard them in the driveway so I tossed the bottles in the trash can with the others and went and brushed my teeth and sat in my room doing homework like a good boy. But it was just Steve being dropped off by his mom. Good thing, too, since I forgot to lock the cupboard.

We ended up going too far and getting completely wasted by the time my parents got home. Now I'm grounded, and I think Dad might have moved the booze. Too bad.