“are you drunk?”
THREE WORD SENTENCE STARTERS.
He could hardly hear a thing under the heavy pounding of his head turning her words into muffled, incoherent speech that had caused a dent in perfectly groomed brows. Whatever it was the idol had just asked him only went in one ear and out the other. He hadn’t enough of a stable conscious to tell her to repeat herself, or that he even should tell her to repeat herself, so he simply ignores it and talks out of his ass, his every thought darting from his tongue immediately before it gets a chance to settle within his mind.
“Huhh, this isn’t some sort of a joke. Why does everyone keep looking at me like I’m something to laugh at like this?”
In that moment the expression on his face and the slurred fluency of his words might have been enough of an answer to his question. He looked funny, lids hooded over his eyes which appeared as if they were hardly opened. As if everything were too hard to see and he needed to squint in order to make out the gentle crease in her forehead, or the mild worry that lined her eye widening expression. As if he couldn’t see that the look on her face was hardly that of an invitation to upcoming laughter. On top of that, a drunken rose colored his cheeks brighter than usual, and though you could make out the uncensored irritance in his tone, the corners of his lips did not cease to rise slightly in a crooked smile, unbalanced with the marginal bitterness that coats his words.
To answer her question? Yes. He was drunk. And due to how little he often intook liquor, he definitely did not recognize it. He didn’t understand the reason behind the heavy throb against his temples, or why the weight of the world suddenly felt so heavy against his shoulders and he could hardly stand steady on his own two feet. Or why every single time he closed his eyes they grew heavier and heavier and became harder to open. Had he been in his right state of mind he might’ve realized just who it was he was talking to and he might have questioned what she was doing in this setting, a bar, alone without security or protection or at least someone to clutch had anything crazy happened, but he was intoxicated beyond any measure he’d ever felt before and none of what would have been his stampeding curiosities mattered at all. All that mattered was his vision in which was beginning to fade into splotches of grey, and then black, and how suddenly he couldn’t see anything anymore. He was no longer conscious.
