Alcohol in His Arms

Molly crossed her arms and asked with a serious look, "Tell me. Why were you sneaking around?" "I wasn't. You think too much!" Austin didn't dare to admit it. He shook his head frantically, but his eyes were wandering and he looked particularly guilty. Molly glanced around and noticed the alcohol in his arms. She grabbed it and excitedly exclaimed, "I love fruit juice! Give it to me!" "This isn't juice. It's not for you!" Austin wanted to snatch it back, but Molly was so strong that before he could stop her, she violently opened the bottle cap. Gulp. Molly picked up the bottle and drank most of it in one gulp. "Hic!" She burped and smacked her lips. "No, no. This juice tastes so bad." Austin sucked in a cold breath of air. That was a famous type of alcohol that his older brother loved, which was why he had specially picked it over everything else. Just three shots of it were enough to knock even a cow out. Molly, on the other hand, had drank most of it in one go. "A-Are you okay?" Aust