The mermaid spent her whole life watching sailors drink. She was absolutely fascinated by the idea. They seemed to love it, and she wanted to try it for herself. The way they move, so uninhibited, and free. Sometimes the men are so drunk they fall into the water, and have to be pulled back out. She can’t explain why, but more than anything she wants to be like that. One day she asks the sea witch for the ability to consume alcohol.
The sea witch misunderstands, and grants the mermaid the ability to swim in alcohol. Only in alcohol. She suddenly can’t breathe the water around her, and the witch helps her, creating a tank just for her.
The mermaid rushes in, relief flooding her body as she inhales deeply. She can breathe! But there is another feeling too.
As the oxygen floods back into her brain, so does the alcohol she’s quite literally swimming in. It makes her feel fuzzy, and soft, and she giggles, wiggling around in the liquid. Is this what it feels like to drink alcohol, she wonders?
She keeps breathing, and feels the world around her start to spin, slowly at first, but growing faster and faster. Her body feels so strange, heavy, but also warm. Maybe too warm? She’s glad she only wears this little bikini top. She doesn’t think she could stand anything more than that.
It doesn’t take long at all until she is completely hammered, her poor brain flooded beyond imagination with so much booze, barely functioning at all. She is floating limply, feeling the best she has ever felt in her life. Pleasure washing over her in waves as every passing second makes her drunker and drunker.
The sea witch watches in fascination. She had intended this as a warning, “be careful what you wish for”. She hasn’t expected the girl to fall into seeming bliss as the alcohol soaked into her. Her intention had been to undo the spell once the girl learned her lesson, but she found herself wanting to keep this one as a pet.
It wouldn’t be the first time she’d decided to keep one of pretty little things that had come to her for help. They were just so desperate for her, and they were all so beautiful. No one could blame her for keeping one or two over the years.
This one though…she had a feeling this one might be something special.
I might play with this one some more. Also, taking name ideas! I’m terrible at names.
