a drunk night
(a story by someone who is drunk while typing)
While the high class life was great Kyle knew he wasn't the most reponsible whlie drunk. It was quiet rare to find Kyle drunk and yet that is how he found himself as he leaned against the belcony of the castle on one of the many floors as he took in Vensuvia's beuity. Taking another shot Kyle realized his mistake a little too late after the spicy concoction had hit his stomach. Heading inside he tried to use the warmer air to relax and yet his stomach knew their was only one solutuon. Finding a good spot which was a bucket he had been given perviosly Kyle found himself vomiting up the last shot he had taken. As much as he would like to pretend he loved the spicy concuction the truth was it was more the alcahol itself he found himself enjoying. After vomiting up the shot he found himself feeling much better. It hadn't been long or hard rather he had litterily vomited up the same amount he had just taken down one shot glass worth. Yet it hadn't helped with the sense he got about having wasted a shot of the alchol. A part of him spoke to him as if the devil telling him to have another shot to make up for the one wasted and yet the other part of him told him this was proof he was drunk enough as it was. Whatever the cass he soon found himself looking outside once again. His plan had been to get drunk due to the night and a part of that had been to lock himself away to his own thoughts and yet even those started to feel dull compared to what he could be doing.
He wasn't stupid enough to try and do anything polictical while drunk rather his mind was more on useless one time projectes like trying to paint or write or heck even try and see what how the tarot cards would react to his more blurred senses while drunk. However, before he could even think about checking the deck he rememred pulling the devil card while under other substances and how it told him to keep his impulses while not sober under check. So it made him wonder if maybe it wasn't a good idea to try and use them while drunk. Yet once again that left him hanging around his room wondering what to do. The early morning or late night made him think waking Nadia would be a waste as she had more important things to attentd to in the morning and the last thing Kyle wanted to be was a problem. Not that he saw himself as a problem but why bug Nadia when it was so late and he didn't nessecrily need her right then. He didn't have anything he neeeded to ask her, while cuddles would be nice in his drunken state it wasn't something he needed and not while Nadia was asleep, she needed her sleep after all. In fact Kyle shouldn've been asleep by then and yet the two bottles tht were both almost empty seemed ot mock him.
Having just vomtied up a shot of what he had drunk he knew he probably shouldn't drink more and yet it felt almost tempting like something he could just as esily forget. After all it wans't like he had acvtually vomited rather he had just put back up the shot he hadn't been able to digesst. Surely with it up he could hadnle but one more. Yet, it made him think, it was always just one more. He had felt slightly numb but could hadnle one more, he had found his hand itchy and yet he could handle one more. How many one's would lead to two or four or eight. It was hard to realize just how drunk he truely felt until he paused to think about it. The numbess that had once been at the forefront of his enjoyment was now but background static so easy to ignore and yet always still there.
If it wasn't for the important meeting tomorrow he might have beenable to convince Nadia to stay awake as late has he had and yet would she? He could pretned it would be easy to convince her to stay up late but what had staying up brought him? His vase now had about a shot glass worth of vomit in it and his two bottles of alchol where now almost empty and where was he? Laying on the cool floor thinking? where could he be? where else would he be? in bed asleep? back at the shop? it was hard to guess and yet maybe that was the point of alchol. Looking back at the whikey he felt the urge to have one more shot. Could it hurt really? He was already awake, Nadia was asleep and after all his last vomit up of that mouthful had only provided more space for the whisksy. Or maybe he should stop while he's ahead, head to bed and forget about the night. Let the dawn take over the night and let him sleep through it.
Slowly blinking at the two bottles he decided to take a sip of the cider, the drink he had gotten to break apart the more agressive cinnamon whisky. Yet, even that left an acidic taste down his throat one that left him making a soft cough. Was it the fact it was alcholic or the fact it was too acidic? Aside from the asdic taste going down his stomach didn't feel too acidic he didn't feel like his stomach was burning but rather like everything was slightly numb. Like his sensors were being put through a filter. Even then their were moments of clarity that only made the fuzzyness more obvius after the fact. For right then he felt both normal and drunk. Eventually he laydown in the soft bed looking at the wall as he rolled onto his back exosing his stomach to no one as he let himself fall asleep. As much as he maybe tempted tonight was enough.
