|Jennifer Government (i_rebel) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2011-05-02 13:18:00
|Entry tags:||anthony crowley, jennifer government|
I'm not as think as you drunk I am. (Crowley)
Jennifer had gotten home sometimes after talking to Simon and hadn't known what to do. She'd just lost her boyfriend for reasons she couldn't quite wrap her head around. Her best friend had moved out in anger. She was alone. The apartment felt incredibly empty. Knowing that nobody was going to be walking through the door, not for any reason.
So she did what turned out to be the only solution that she could come up with. She drank.
It didn't take long for her to get tipsy. She wasn't a drinker. She had maybe, at most, a glass of wine at fancy dinners, on holidays. A glass of champagne for celebrations, successes. She didn't even know where the bottle of vodka had come from. But it had been there. Waiting. In her freezer. She didn't even know if it was high end, or complete crap. It didn't really matter, in the end. She knew that the result of it would turn out the same no matter if it was gutrot or expensive.
At first, she drank carefully. Mixing the vodka with the orange juice in the fridge. Sipping slowly. Waiting for the pain to be numbed down to something she could tolerate. As she continued drinking, though, she stopped being cautious. Mixed more vodka than juice. Then no juice.
When she was fully tipsy and feeling warm all over, Jennifer changed her clothes(nothing complicated, but a nice white shirt and a clean pair of black pants) and left the house. She didn't want to drink alone. Drinking alone was depressing. She'd heard that somewhere. People who drank alone tended to be suicidal.
The first bar she saw, she went into. She sat right down at the bar and smiled at the bartender.
"Gimme..." Jennifer eyed the alcohol on the shelves behind the bar. She had no idea what was good. "Something..."