Liquid Courage

"Are you drunk?" "What? No!" Madara tilted his head to the side and blinked owlishly. A sheepish smile overtook his innocent expression, "I am tipsy though." He admitted, dangling a flask between them. "Give me that." Hashirama sighed, exasperated, "Why are you even drinking? Did something happen?" Madara's eyebrows furrowed together. Cross-posted on Ao3.