12-08-2018, 02:05 AM
JERSEY
BOY
BOY
[ mentions of drinking ]
The tuxedo tom's drinking habits had been increasing over the course of the last year or so. He had started consuming it at a young age just to spite his step-father and to look adult and cool in front of everyone else. He had eventually turned the spiteful drinking into a habit and now he guzzled everything from whiskey to vodka to cheap beer. Sometimes he'd have a morning glass, and a lot of the time he'd spend his nights casually pouring glasses for himself. Jerseyboy did not down his drinks excessively each and every day, and he did not consider himself a blackout drink or alcoholic, but perhaps he would be if he kept this up.
Tonight, however, he was not drinking alone. In fact, the cat had just climbed out of the Starpool and onto the shore. He shook out his dripping pelt, now as clean as he would get for the next few days. He had figured that it would be relaxing to take a dip in the water and wash off. As he walked along, his gaze locked onto a figure that was currently lazing on the ground, looking quite out of it.
A thought crossed his mind — was this sucker on drugs? Curiously, the tom edged closer to him, and a whiff of the liquor hit his nostrils. "Whoa, is that whiskey on ya'?" Snorted the male. He didn't take him as a drinker, but then again, he didn't know the other too well. Maybe he just got himself drunk just to calm his frayed nerves. "How much you been drinkin', buddy?" Jersey asked, simply just because he wanted to know. "Jesus Christ, you eitha' downed a bottle or you're one helluvah' lightweight." He commented in a mutter. For a big guy like him, it should've been a little more difficult to get him intoxicated.
The tuxedo tom's drinking habits had been increasing over the course of the last year or so. He had started consuming it at a young age just to spite his step-father and to look adult and cool in front of everyone else. He had eventually turned the spiteful drinking into a habit and now he guzzled everything from whiskey to vodka to cheap beer. Sometimes he'd have a morning glass, and a lot of the time he'd spend his nights casually pouring glasses for himself. Jerseyboy did not down his drinks excessively each and every day, and he did not consider himself a blackout drink or alcoholic, but perhaps he would be if he kept this up.
Tonight, however, he was not drinking alone. In fact, the cat had just climbed out of the Starpool and onto the shore. He shook out his dripping pelt, now as clean as he would get for the next few days. He had figured that it would be relaxing to take a dip in the water and wash off. As he walked along, his gaze locked onto a figure that was currently lazing on the ground, looking quite out of it.
A thought crossed his mind — was this sucker on drugs? Curiously, the tom edged closer to him, and a whiff of the liquor hit his nostrils. "Whoa, is that whiskey on ya'?" Snorted the male. He didn't take him as a drinker, but then again, he didn't know the other too well. Maybe he just got himself drunk just to calm his frayed nerves. "How much you been drinkin', buddy?" Jersey asked, simply just because he wanted to know. "Jesus Christ, you eitha' downed a bottle or you're one helluvah' lightweight." He commented in a mutter. For a big guy like him, it should've been a little more difficult to get him intoxicated.
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