Please forgive me if this is inaccurate. I am placing this in an alternate universe where thins are not so nice.
I do not own Acceleracers, If I did, they would have made another episode by now.
Vert stared at the empty bottle in his hand. Yet another race won by the Drones. Vert frowned, he had injured his leg once again. Vert wished that for once, he would be able to get out of a realm unscathed and with a intact vehicle. Vert sighed, that was a lot of things that he wished. He wished Nolo would stop yelling at him for loosing so many cars, but he couldn't help it Vert seemed to be incapable of doing that.
He also wished that Kurt and Mikey would get along better. No, not Markie, Wilde.
He also wished Wilde would stop glaring at him. It was not his fault that he missed the trial. Vert had wanted to be there, he truly did. When he realized he had gotten up late, her had raced to the courtroom so he could help his friend as a character witness. But, It was too late, Vert thought bitterly. They had closed the doors and would not let him in.
Another useless wish was that Nolo and Turk would stop being angry at each other. Tone was dead, Nolo had to move on.
Most of all, Vert wished someone knew about his drinking. As he stared at the empty bottle, Vert remembered the first time he had drank alcohol. It was during the world race, and the unmarked bottle had been put in the fridge with the sodas. he had drank some and then complained to Taro about his 'soda' tasting funny. Taro had taken a sip and frowned as he told him what it was. Vert had been shocked at the time, he had never wanted to drink.
But that time had passed. One day he had found a bottle of alcohol inside the teku's fridge and drank some. He remembered shuddering and the burning liquid had slipped down his throat. But this time, he did not stop. A couple weeks later, he sneaked in some booze of his own. Eventually, Vert had gotten a mini-fridge for himself, claiming he did not want to share space with the others. They had rolled their eyes but said nothing.
Over time, Vert started to drink more. An occasional bottle turned into a bottle a night. After that it went to two, then three, and now Vert would drink five to five and a half each night.
As Vert stared at the floor, he wondered why no one had noticed he was driving drunk.
Vert sighed and walked out. He was still thinking about not being found, when he ran into someone. Looking up, Vert saw Nolo looking at him, he frowned. "Watch where your going Vert! Someone could get hurt." Vert stared at Nolo, his mind dimmed by the alcohol. "Sorry Nolo," his voice slurred, "Its kinda hard to go around when your drunk."
Vert groaned internally, why did he say that? He needed his booze, Vert could not go on with out it! Nolo just snorted. "Quit pretending Vert, Its not funny." Before Vert could complain, Nolo had walked away. Vert groaned and walked back to his room.
He woke up on his bed feeling cold. Vert shivered then looked at the time 12: 25 Pm. Vert groaned as he stumbled toward the mini-fridge. He needed his booze.
Vert opened the door and stared blankly for a moment, empty. Vert blinked and felt panic rising. No, no, no, no, no, no! it could not be empty, Vert screamed in his head. he had to have a drink. He needed a drink. he would die if he didn't have a drink.
Vert stumbled back, hyperventilating. He was out of his mind with anxiety now. he could only think desperately, I need a bottle of booze, I need a bottle of booze, I need a bottle of booze! Vert would have gone on thinking this for hours when he heard the knock on his door. vert could vaguely feel both fear and relief at the thought that Nolo had realized he had been serious.
Vert stumbled to the door and opened it, "Sorry Nolo, I cant stop. I need..." vert stopped when he saw Tezla, not Nolo standing there. Vert felt his heart sink, it was over now no more bitter, burning, sharp alcohol for him. looking down, Vert felt his heart beat speed up. He feeling better already, because in the box in Tezla's arms held 40 bottles of booze.