Slowly, so slowly it was barely noticeable, my thoughts began to surface as my s*x high seeped away. My trashed mind squeezed some of the alcohol down my spine, and my limbs grew heavy even as my brain kicked into action.
Weak, unstable, fleeting action, but action none-the-less.
I liked Craig and his friends; they reminded me of my dad in their own ways… but one drink had turned into two, which turned into a row of shots, which turned into a contest. Even though I lost that contest, I couldn’t help but be glad that I hadn’t blacked out by now. Drinking was nice in times like this, but I tried not to make it a habit.
But I was happy- well, maybe not exactly that, but close enough. For once, no one was looking at me with pity, and no one apologized for my loss. Craig and his friends cele
