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Jordan watched as the young man went cautiously into the store and he followed him, head down and hair combed in front of his face. He had his hands shoved in his pockets as he walked hurriedly behind a shelf, opening his jacket just enough to slip a rather large bottle of clear vodka into it. He perused a few more shelves, picking up bottles, reading labels, moving a few things here and there before he exited. He gave a small wave to the cashier on his way out, the pudgy man cracking a half-smile to him as he asked Luka for the balance for his purchase. He stole a quick glance down at his card, obviously not being very observant and pushed the box to the other side of the till. "Have a good night." He said routinely.

Jordan just stared at him like he must've been kidding. He pulled the bottle out and his comrades stared in awe, then began hooting and cheering. Vodka meant drinking games. "It's nothin'. C'mon, drink up." He encouraged. "You earned it. You gotta drink at least six shots tonight." He began walking, the entire group migrating with him.

"C'mon, initiation. Initiation time for Luka." Jordan declared, leading the group into the park where another member, Curtis, produced little shot glasses from his big military-grade backpack. Six shot glasses were laid out on a park bench and quickly filled with alcohol, ready for consumption. "Luka, get down here." Jordan ordered, plopping down so the bench was about the same height as a regular table would be. Colter had already gotten into the beer case, Garret as well, and they would be loopy in no time. "Do a shot. I'll do one too." Jordan made the deal without Luka's real consent, sliding the small glass in front of their newest member.

This was one of the times you'd really only see a half-smile cross Jordan's face, when the sting of vodka slid down his throat. "Just gulp it all down. Fast as you can, Luka." Colter instructed, taking a gulp from the brown bottle in his hand. Jordan was at the ready with his next shot, waiting on Luka. He stayed quiet, just looking on as the younger one had to prepare himself for it.

Jordan stood as the shots were finished, heading to the beer box and grabbing a bottle for himself and Luka. He pulled a swiss army knife from his back pocket and popped the caps off the bottles, pushing one in Luka's hands. He took a swig of his own and cracked another smirk. "Lightweight." He smirked for an instant, turning away and giving Curtis a swift kick in the shins for dropping a half-full bottle.

"Initiation. We let you crap out on the shots, so drink." Jordan stated, pushing the end of the bottle up and toward the younger man's lips, tilting it back a bit and pouring beer into Luka's mouth. "If you pass out i'll carry ya!" Garret chuckled and slopped himself over Luka's shoulder, drenched with the stink of alcohol.

Jordan held a smirk as he watched the other almost painfully down the booze, watching him sway and hold on to his head. His hearing picking up the all too familiar sound of tires coming down the street, Jordan became more alert. "Cops." He whispered urgently, herding his group into the bushes and quickly gathering their stuff. The shot glasses and vodka remained with Jordan, while the case of beer disappeared with a group member. He pushed Luka into the bushes, hopping in after him just before the bright light of a police flashlight shone down where their gathering was held.