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This is: Drink

NOTICE: The following chapter was written during a fit of insomnia, at 3:50-ish through 4:15-ish A.M. Read at your own risk.

I don't own PJO.

Dionysus, Gabe, Dakota

Summary preview: To drink life's troubles away.

Dionysus looked at the wine before him, and wondered briefly if he should just destroy it. No more wine, no more alcohol that constantly killed people, no more AAs.

The noble thing to do would be to get rid of it. Sure, people would have to find a new fancy drink to have during celebrations, but the world would be a better place.

Instead he grabbed the wine glass and drained it, savoring the taste that he represented.

The guilt of ignoring the pleas of his dying children was something he was grateful to get rid of, if only for a moment.

1 drink with friends.

One can.

Two cans.

Five cans.

Twelve pack.

"You... you got any money, you ungrateful brat?" Gabe demanded snatching the boy's arm as he passed by, not even noticing the slur his words had taken on, having hearing it so much in the past years.

His stepson looked up at him with a look that even intoxication couldn't hide: disgust.

"No. I haven't gotten paid this week. Now get the heck off of me." before yanking his arm back and stalking to his room.

Gabe grounded him, of course. He had to make sure the brat knew he couldn't just get away with saying things like that to him without consequences.

Still... it was disgusting to have to rely on something as much as he relied on beer.

But just because he was ashamed of it didn't mean he was suddenly going to stop drinking to make peace with his already battered and torn up conscience.

Dakota looked down at his Kool-Aid flask, and tried to ignore the burning in his throat that demanded he stop substituting wine for Kool-Aid.

Ever since his friends had thought it would be fun to spike his drink when he was twelve, he had the problem of resisting alcohol.

He found that Kool-Aid helped more then anything, but even so...

Dakota knew he would always long for that drink of wine that his oh so generous dad decided to represent.

It was simply a gift from the Fates delivered through his father.

Me: Decent idea. Decent characters. :/ on how I wrote them.

This is what happens people, when you can't sleep and decide to write FF instead. Learn from my mistakes.

Next Chapter: Starvation

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~ Anna/ Booklover98