"Aw, c'mon, Brittany. You won't get caught. Just DO it!"
But Brittany kept shaking her head at her boyfriend, Bobby. "You're on crack. I'll get caught for sure! And then it's not YOUR ass on the line, it's MINE. Quite literally."
"You won't get caught," he assured her.
"Just like you said we wouldn't get caught in the equipment room? No way! I take booze from my dad and I get caught, do you have any idea how severely I'll be punished?!"
"Why? What would he do to you? Spank you?" Bobby began to laugh.
But Brittany didn't find it so funny, not even if she kind of enjoyed it. She wasn't LOOKING for trouble, or punishment, after all... "No."
And at once, Bobby's whole demeanor changed. "Fine, then. Fuck, you used to be so much fun. Now we can barely fuck or fool around without you getting paranoid. Ya know what? Just forget it. I'll go see if Dana wants to party with me and have some fun..."
He started to walk away, when she called out, "Fine! You win. I'll do it."
He quickly turned around and smiled. "That's my girl. When? The party's tomorrow night."
"I can't do it tomorrow. I know for a fact he'll be home all day. I'll do it tonight and sneak it to school and give it to you then."
"Awesome," Bobby replied, and kissed her.
Brittany looked around, quickly taking advantage of an empty house. She had had to haul ass just to make it home a few minutes before her dad, and she never knew for sure if Pappy was going to be there or out on one of his errands.
She opened her dad's liqueur cupboard where there were about a dozen bottles of various booze, each partially opened. Toward the back there was a mostly full bottle of vodka. She carefully took it out, making sure not to alter the other bottles at all, and closed the doors. Feeling nervous, she then made off quickly to her bedroom with her treasure, and at once hid it in her backpack.
Half an hour later her Dad called out, letting her know he was home. Ten minutes after that, he asked her to come to the living room.
"Do you have something to tell me?" he asked, his face unreadable.
At once her stomach leapt into her throat, and she could slowly feel her face turning red. He knew. She didn't know how, but he knew.
"No..." she replied, trying her best to hold her shit together.
He then walked over to the liquor cabinet and opened the doors. Turning to look at her, he simply said, "Explain."
Brittany swallowed hard, but her mouth was parched. "Explain what?"
"Explain the missing bottle of vodka."
"How should I know? Maybe Pappy drank it?" She instantly regretted the remark, because it could be easily refuted the second Pappy came home.
"I highly doubt that your Pappy drank an entire bottle of vodka this afternoon." He stepped closer to her. "Where is it?"