feeling very forced intox right now. Maybe I need to get drunk again.
Or maybe I need to spend a night refilling someones cup, over and over again. Come on, darling, you've barely had anything. It's fine, you don't need to drive, you can have some fun tonight. Here, let me top you off. They're rolling their eyes at me, but they relent, laughing and dancing soon enough. When they finally manage to finish their drink, I'm right there with a new one. Yeah, sorry, a little less mixer in this one, the bar's running a little low. What? No, no, you can take it. You're not drunk yet, are you? Come on, it'll be fine. What's one more drink? They stumble off the dance floor, dragging me after them. The glass I pressed into their hand is swaying dangerously. They try to tell me that they really shouldn't be drinking all that much, but every few words, they stop and take a sip. And I grin, and nod very seriously, and top them off. Come onn, you're fine. I can take you home! You trusts me, right? Let's do some shots.
