Post by Sarah Crestwell on May 16, 2015 22:47:42 GMT -5
"Slow down, okay? I know you're underage but my boss told me to shut up and serve the customers regardless of how obvious it is that their ID has to be a fake."
"I have a better metabolism than you think," Sarah said with her head barely lifting off of the counter of the bar. She knew that she was having a rough go of it and she wanted to fight but she couldn't help but feel compelled to drink even more. It was like she was trying to get into her head, but the more she drank the less she heard her voice in her own head. The more quiet everything got for her, the less real it all became.
Was this why you drank so much? Tell me! Come on!
The voice of her mother in her head wouldn't come like normal, her consciousness or whatever it was that guided her was nowhere to be heard from and the empty halls of her mind were filled with the echoes of her own thoughts, transmitting through pools of liquor and self-pity.
"One more, and this time I want you to tell me exactly how many I've had, and how many she had the last time you saw her...."
"Look, this is crazy. You haven't even had near as much as she had that night, but at least she took it slow! She didn't just shoot down shots like it was a race!" The guy poured her a drink, wondering if she was able to even afford the tab she was racking up on the credit card she had brought with her. It had her Mom's name on it, the lady she was speaking of, but she had passed and he wasn't about to argue her using it.
"Just tell me!"
"You've had 9 shots, that night in total she had 21 here. You are drinking her drink, are you happy?"
"No. But thank you." Sarah said plainly as she tried to walk across the bar with her shot over to the Juke Box that had been playing Aerosmith. She wasn't sure what kind of dive this place was that it had Aerosmith on their Juke Box still but as pool and darts were played, as groups of singles mingled in the smoke filled room with wooden tables and chairs all about, Sarah put a song on the Juke Box.
She walked over to an empty pool table and sat down, staring at the shot before taking it. Her head leaned back as she smiled.
Where did you go after here? Why were you drinking so much? Why do I want to punch something right now?
"I have a better metabolism than you think," Sarah said with her head barely lifting off of the counter of the bar. She knew that she was having a rough go of it and she wanted to fight but she couldn't help but feel compelled to drink even more. It was like she was trying to get into her head, but the more she drank the less she heard her voice in her own head. The more quiet everything got for her, the less real it all became.
Was this why you drank so much? Tell me! Come on!
The voice of her mother in her head wouldn't come like normal, her consciousness or whatever it was that guided her was nowhere to be heard from and the empty halls of her mind were filled with the echoes of her own thoughts, transmitting through pools of liquor and self-pity.
"One more, and this time I want you to tell me exactly how many I've had, and how many she had the last time you saw her...."
"Look, this is crazy. You haven't even had near as much as she had that night, but at least she took it slow! She didn't just shoot down shots like it was a race!" The guy poured her a drink, wondering if she was able to even afford the tab she was racking up on the credit card she had brought with her. It had her Mom's name on it, the lady she was speaking of, but she had passed and he wasn't about to argue her using it.
"Just tell me!"
"You've had 9 shots, that night in total she had 21 here. You are drinking her drink, are you happy?"
"No. But thank you." Sarah said plainly as she tried to walk across the bar with her shot over to the Juke Box that had been playing Aerosmith. She wasn't sure what kind of dive this place was that it had Aerosmith on their Juke Box still but as pool and darts were played, as groups of singles mingled in the smoke filled room with wooden tables and chairs all about, Sarah put a song on the Juke Box.
She walked over to an empty pool table and sat down, staring at the shot before taking it. Her head leaned back as she smiled.
Where did you go after here? Why were you drinking so much? Why do I want to punch something right now?
