{"sf1_id":825204,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Alcohol","author":"Ripper Equidae","words":994,"posted_at":"2015-03-01T16:48:00.000Z","tags":["Alcohol","Equine","M/M","No-Yiff","Romance","Zebra"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/825204-alcohol","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/825204","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=825204\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"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.\nAs always, comments, votes and faves muchly welcomed.","content":"Alcohol. A strange set of\nchemicals. Too much of it is usually viewed as damaging to one's health in the\nlong term and waaay too much of it is lethal, especially if pure. Too little or\nnone of it at all and people assume you're of a particular religion where\nalcohol is usually avoided or that you're a health nut. I'm a student at a\nveterinary university and I have almost no social life. Why? I don't want to go\nout and, for want of a better expression, piss what little money I have down\nthe drain. I'm not in any of the sports societies either, it's generally\nexpected that you enjoy sports, are good at them and don't just like to play\nrecreationally. Plus there's no sports that I'd be interested in like say,\ncurling.It's usually the sports clubs\nthat go out on \"socials\" and end up getting very, very drunk. Why? You're\nwasting money on very expensive drinks for a temporary slowing down of synaptic\ntransmission all to do damage to your liver, kidneys, brain and invariably you\nend up feeling like utter crud in the morning. I do have a drink (out of a can)\nevery once in a while but I don't enjoy it, I tried to make beer and pizza a\nweekly thing and you know what? I love the pizza but the can? Feels like a\nchore. I'm now trying to stop entirely or take it down to say, one can a month\nif not less. If I want to go out and \"have a drink\" I'll go out to a quiet pub,\nenjoy a pint, chat for a couple hours with the present company and then go\nhome. No picking up traffic cones, vomiting in the street or getting awkward\nsex with some undesirable stranger for me. No fun? Please, I just have a\ndifferent kind of fun that happens to be niche enough that nobody understands\nit. Besides, there's nothing worse than being the only sober fur in a room full\nof drunkards.You can understand then, why I\nget tetchy about my partner going on socials with his work when I'm away\nstudying. He understands my views but I've never been out with him, never seen\nexactly where it is they go and what it is they do. I don't see if he's up to\nanything but I suppose that's where the element of trust fits in. He's never\ntexted me saying he feels like crap and seems to enjoy drinking in much the\nsame manner I do. Yet, alcohol can make people do dumb stuff and that's why I\nworry. CTRL + S pressed on my keyboard I sigh, rub my equine temples and go\ngrab a cup of tea. Yes, tea. Nice tea too, Earl Grey, probably much less\ndamaging than alcohol. I'll see if he can Skype and I'll ask him, because why\nnot? I don't suspect him of anything, I'm just curious. I send him a message on\nmy phone and as the tea sits brewing the device chirrups at me, hooray, he's\nfree.Remove teabag. Add soy milk.\nWander back to room. Boot up PC. Login to Skype. Hey handsome, how are you?\nLoad up browser for a small game we play to pass the time while talking and I\nwait a few minutes until he brings up work and the social being cancelled\ntomorrow, kind of a relief on my part.\"Say hun, where is it you go on\nthese outings? You've never told me.\" I ask, briefly looking to the camera with\nmy ears and eyebrows perked curiously. I see in the corner of my screen him\ngrin and chuckle slightly.\"Oddly enough the same pub I'm\nfond of taking you to, planning a date or something?\" I laugh and shake my\nmuzzle as on screen other people try to work out who the mafia leader is in\nthis turn based game, it's me, sssssh don't tell them.\"Nah I just wanted to see if I\nhappened to know it. Still quiet as usual when we go in?\"\"A little busier with us in there\nobviously but it isn't too bad, you'd probably still like it. Come with us at\nEaster when you're back up and I can introduce you.\" Eeeeeh, he wants to\nintroduce me to work colleagues...eeeeeeeeeeh. Evidently he saw the look of\ndistaste on my muzzle as I catch his ears momentarily drooping. Even his in\ngame character disproves and frowns into the gathering of furs.\"Cmon hun, you don't have to\ndrink and even if you wanted to we can walk home you know. Not like driving is\nan issue.\"\"It's not that, just kinda\nworried they might disapprove of me.\" They know we're partners and aside from\nrandom meet-ups in supermarkets and such I've never met any of his colleagues.\"I talk about you a lot, they\nknow more than you might think. Heck some of them are gay too you know and they\nknow all about how you like it when I squeeze your-\" He's cut off midsentence\nas my screen flashes red, I miscalculated how much someone knew and the\nwerewolf in game has killed me off to try and win himself. Of course this\ncaught me by surprise, as does his admission and I get the standard equine dinner\nplates.\"You talk about when we had\nsex?!\" Shying up I lower my voice, trying to respect my flatmates and also not\nembarrass myself in the process since they probably might've heard that.\"Relax hun, they were talking\nabout it during a social and asked me if there was anything we got up to, I\ndidn't give them graphic detail just that you liked that and I did too.\" I huff\nand give the camera a disapproving look, tail swishing angrily behind me.\"Alcohol makes your muzzle far\ntoo loose...I'll have to give you something else to make it that way when I come\nback.\"\"That's what I was betting on.\"...Bastard...he won the game."}