Title: Float

Author: omfg_yaoi_squee

Prompt: "Drugs are marvelous—it's life that's evil. And sometimes the only way to face it is to get completely twisted"

~E. Jean Carroll

Pairing: none

Word Count: 128

Rating/Warning: PG-13. Warning: Recreational use of drugs

Summary: Sometimes he just had to get away.

Beta: none

Disclaimer: *checks under bed for ownership* Nope, still not mine.

A/N: Written for house_of_fanfic on livejournal

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Sometimes he just had to get away from it all, to free himself from everything that was holding him to reality, to just let go.

Vicodin served as his doorway, his guide into the world of not feeling. With the Vicodin, he could just be.

To his defense, he didn't do it often, only when things got really bad, and then it was only when things got so hard to handle that he thought his head would just explode.

Every gate needs something to open it. His was the alcohol. Sometimes bourbon, scotch.

He always knew when to stop, where in the bottles, so he took just enough Vicodin mixed with just enough alcohol to be able to lose all of his troubles, but not all of himself.