Alcohol
A little more of a snapshot of my thoughts of "daily life". This time focusing on the consumption of alcohol. A little bit of a U-turn on "Sleeping Together" where I implied that the boyfriend and I don't have sex, in this particular universe we do just not regularly or on a whim. I still don't have a boyfriend IRL and I don't really need one, I have my technology to pass the time.
As always, comments, votes and faves muchly welcomed.
Alcohol. A strange set of
chemicals. Too much of it is usually viewed as damaging to one's health in the
long term and waaay too much of it is lethal, especially if pure. Too little or
none of it at all and people assume you're of a particular religion where
alcohol is usually avoided or that you're a health nut. I'm a student at a
veterinary university and I have almost no social life. Why? I don't want to go
out and, for want of a better expression, piss what little money I have down
the drain. I'm not in any of the sports societies either, it's generally
expected that you enjoy sports, are good at them and don't just like to play
recreationally. Plus there's no sports that I'd be interested in like say,
curling.It's usually the sports clubs
that go out on "socials" and end up getting very, very drunk. Why? You're
wasting money on very expensive drinks for a temporary slowing down of synaptic
transmission all to do damage to your liver, kidneys, brain and invariably you
end up feeling like utter crud in the morning. I do have a drink (out of a can)
every once in a while but I don't enjoy it, I tried to make beer and pizza a
weekly thing and you know what? I love the pizza but the can? Feels like a
chore. I'm now trying to stop entirely or take it down to say, one can a month
if not less. If I want to go out and "have a drink" I'll go out to a quiet pub,
enjoy a pint, chat for a couple hours with the present company and then go
home. No picking up traffic cones, vomiting in the street or getting awkward
sex with some undesirable stranger for me. No fun? Please, I just have a
different kind of fun that happens to be niche enough that nobody understands
it. Besides, there's nothing worse than being the only sober fur in a room full
of drunkards.You can understand then, why I
get tetchy about my partner going on socials with his work when I'm away
studying. He understands my views but I've never been out with him, never seen
exactly where it is they go and what it is they do. I don't see if he's up to
anything but I suppose that's where the element of trust fits in. He's never
texted me saying he feels like crap and seems to enjoy drinking in much the
same manner I do. Yet, alcohol can make people do dumb stuff and that's why I
worry. CTRL + S pressed on my keyboard I sigh, rub my equine temples and go
grab a cup of tea. Yes, tea. Nice tea too, Earl Grey, probably much less
damaging than alcohol. I'll see if he can Skype and I'll ask him, because why
not? I don't suspect him of anything, I'm just curious. I send him a message on
my phone and as the tea sits brewing the device chirrups at me, hooray, he's
free.Remove teabag. Add soy milk.
Wander back to room. Boot up PC. Login to Skype. Hey handsome, how are you?
Load up browser for a small game we play to pass the time while talking and I
wait a few minutes until he brings up work and the social being cancelled
tomorrow, kind of a relief on my part."Say hun, where is it you go on
these outings? You've never told me." I ask, briefly looking to the camera with
my ears and eyebrows perked curiously. I see in the corner of my screen him
grin and chuckle slightly."Oddly enough the same pub I'm
fond of taking you to, planning a date or something?" I laugh and shake my
muzzle as on screen other people try to work out who the mafia leader is in
this turn based game, it's me, sssssh don't tell them."Nah I just wanted to see if I
happened to know it. Still quiet as usual when we go in?""A little busier with us in there
obviously but it isn't too bad, you'd probably still like it. Come with us at
Easter when you're back up and I can introduce you." Eeeeeh, he wants to
introduce me to work colleagues...eeeeeeeeeeh. Evidently he saw the look of
distaste on my muzzle as I catch his ears momentarily drooping. Even his in
game character disproves and frowns into the gathering of furs."Cmon hun, you don't have to
drink and even if you wanted to we can walk home you know. Not like driving is
an issue.""It's not that, just kinda
worried they might disapprove of me." They know we're partners and aside from
random meet-ups in supermarkets and such I've never met any of his colleagues."I talk about you a lot, they
know more than you might think. Heck some of them are gay too you know and they
know all about how you like it when I squeeze your-" He's cut off midsentence
as my screen flashes red, I miscalculated how much someone knew and the
werewolf in game has killed me off to try and win himself. Of course this
caught me by surprise, as does his admission and I get the standard equine dinner
plates."You talk about when we had
sex?!" Shying up I lower my voice, trying to respect my flatmates and also not
embarrass myself in the process since they probably might've heard that."Relax hun, they were talking
about it during a social and asked me if there was anything we got up to, I
didn't give them graphic detail just that you liked that and I did too." I huff
and give the camera a disapproving look, tail swishing angrily behind me."Alcohol makes your muzzle far
too loose...I'll have to give you something else to make it that way when I come
back.""That's what I was betting on."...Bastard...he won the game.