I found a liquid cure for my landlocked blues. - Conor Oberst
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Slamming down her sixth shot of Bacardi, _ called for another round. "Going a little fast there, don't you think?" the man with a toothy grin and silver hair questions. She glowers at him under heavy eyelids.
"And you're kind of ugly, don't you think?" She delivered it as an insult, but he perceived it as quirkiness.
"You know, Sasuke won't be too thrilled when he finds out how wasted you're getting," he comments, glancing to the left at the ravenette who sat by alone at the opposite end of the bar. The [H/C] haired girl scoffed, swallowed her poison and said,
"Does it look like I give a flying fuck about what he thinks?" Grinning wickedly at her uncaring attitude, he continued to sip slowly on his beer. Fast paced, floor shaking, sex music played like background noise to the soft sound of _'s constant swallows.
"Why do you drink so much, _?" Suigetsu asked.
"It's what alcoholics do best."
"Yeah, but why are you an alcoholic?" Smirking, the girl with cheeks tinted red from heavy streams of liquor pointed her finger at the man beside her, the alcohol in her shot glass drizzling over the edge and down her finger.
"That's the question everyone's asking," she slurs, chugging the shot and licking the liquid off her finger. The amusement dwindled away from Suigetsu's face as realization set in. Lifting another shot of death, she swirled the poison around the glass and murmured, "I've found a liquid cure for my blues."
He watched as her bloodshot eyes stared emptily into the liquor, her chapped lips parted and she consumed another glass of her deadly medicine. He watched as _ lost herself and all her woes to her best friend. Lost herself to her addiction-to alcohol.