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The laugh sounded hollow even to my ears. Alpha Sebastian's expression turned cold. The smile vanished completely. A peculiar light gleamed in his eyes as he spoke. "Alcohol isn't an excuse." "Really," I insisted, desperately searching for the right words. "When I drink, my vision gets terrible and my fingers completely lose control, like they're... like they're..." I fumbled for an appropriate comparison. "Like they're possessed!" Alpha Sebastian let out a derisive snort. "Keep making excuses." I fell silent, mortified.

Turvi asked and bite her tongue "You're not dumb to not connect the dots now are you? Maybe you're really dumb and only has a sharp tongue that always throw you in trouble. You have consumed a drug butterfly and that's why you are saying what you're feeling. It's like you're sober yet drunk. "Aaryav said and Turvi widen her eyes in shock (I don't know that this kind of drugs are real or not so don't start bashing me if it's not real) " You fucking bastard how dare you? I will kill you. "Turvi screamed

I paced the room, I didn't want to think of the possibilities of what he would do to her. Spinning, I walked over to my desk, rummaging through the drawers until I found the little bag of white powder. "What are you doing?!" Billie snapped at me, jumping to her feet. "I need something to shut these fucking thoughts up!" I knew it was wrong of me to snap at her, but I couldn't control my anger under this amount of stress. "That is a bad idea. Kinley needs you in a sober state to get her out of there." "I work better in an intoxicated state, Billie. Get out."

“I’m not that crazy. Half of it’s for me, and the remaining half is for you.” “Jeez,” I muttered, my voice dripping with exasperation. “Why is it so hard to communicate with you? Didn’t you hear what I just said? I can’t drink alcohol because I have an interview tomorrow.” The frustration was already building, making its way into my tone.

I thought I had he Rucker control but at this point, I don’t think I do anymore. I really need it talk tj soekoen ag this poor and I need to clear ky head from the energy in m. I need a drink even though I know it has no effect on me like it does I’m humans. I stand up from the bed and head towards the door. I open the door me slam it angrily.

ADAM VAUGH I first open an eye and after a few seconds the other one, the lights bother me, my head throbs as if a heavy metal band was playing an inferno guitar solo on my temple. I’ll never drink like this again, getting wasted definitely doesn’t agree with me, I spend thirty five years without getting drunk once and now I can figure out the real motive: I’m an intelligent guy, I was right in being sober. The wet umbrella taste in my mouth, the sore muscles as if they had been crushed in a grinder. Anyway, all this torture after a drinking day, it’s definitely not for me.

"I guess I'll get that drink.I'll have one glass of mixed Vodka" "Just one? Are you sure about that?" "Yes,because this is your money" "Psh! You can get more than one drink if you want to" "Then how am I supposed to get home if I'm gonna get more than one drink?" Sophia asked "I'm pretty sure that your best friend is sobber enough to take the both of you home" "Think again,amigo"

"You can't tell me it isn't progress for us to have a course of action to take to salvage the situation. You shouldn't stress yourself so much." "No, thanks. I'm not interested in your drink," I said. "I'd rather think sober." "It helps," he told me. "You should have some. It's going to make you think faster." Reluctantly, I took some, but instead of feeling alert, I felt sleepy. I glanced at him, wanting to ask a question, but suddenly, I lost consciousness.

"It's getting too much. You're drinking every night, and it's starting to affect your daily life, you rarely come to work. I think you should give this girl a break not after everything that has happened." He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at Steve. "Bro, just let me be," he said, his voice low and even. "I'll be fine. I just want to drink to clear my head off, and that's all; without her, I can't think straight; she isn't responding to my messages, nor is she picking up my calls. I can't even go over to her place, coz the last time I went to her previous apartment, she didn't wanna see me."

I'm wearing one of Brian's shirts and my pajama shorts and that's good enough. I get out of the bedroom and I walk straight to the kitchen as if my feet have their own brain. Drinking always shuts my brain when I get all stupid like this. It numbs me and makes me feel all giggly instead of anxious, especially wine or champagne. “No, no, no,” I tell myself and shake my head. I can’t drink if I’m going home, Harry still thinks I’m sober. And I know he wouldn’t mind if I show up drunk, he would not scold me or anything, but I think he would be disappointed.