Within ten minutes, the blessed draught is relaxing me. I can take up to four shots and still drive safely home.
I recall taking at most in my lifetime, seven to nine shots of vodka and was still conscious enough to stay focus.
My date was a co-worker. He was a VERY handsome and tall guy with strong Polish features. He had blond hair and blue eyes, by the way.
He was the one who continued pushing those shots towards me. I didn’t want to look weak or disappoint him, so I drank all I could.
Unfortunately, years later the surfer suggested that he was a spook. And I fell for it. But I was young and had my first full-time job.
So when the chance opportunity comes around again, I’d hang out in the bars and drink to socialize. It’s a good way to relax later on.
I know that my bloodline can handle the alcoholic beverages. We are strong fighters but tend to better find comfort in our drinks and in solitude of our hurt feelings.
I may be ready to fall asleep. But it’s okay. I was hoping for better results. Everything is planned out according to the Lawd Gawd.
Blessed be your almighty draughts, Dionysus!
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