BoozerA Story by C.M GroganGabe has been able to avoid drinking for a while, however, he finds himself in a situation where he is tempted.
He wanted to drink, and that’s no joke. Tonight was mounting up to be a brutal night.
Gabe had been trying to stay sober, but it’s
hard as hell when a lot of things piss him off. He can do a job of staying
away from the drink if there are people around who’ve been hitting the bottle
awhile…those drawn out jokes, offensive comments, slurred speech, that s**t’s
the worst; when witness to that, he’s alright.
Starting off is the problem. When he’s just starting, none of that other crap has happened yet. Gabe will get there, sure, but he has got time to get there. He can be the cool guy for at least half the night. People like him, honest, they like him drunk, until suddenly they don’t. He over stayed his welcome after telling a really good joke. It was, that build up might’ve needed some work, sure, but the punch line was golden. “I don’t care if your girlfriend's offended,
she wouldn’t know funny if it came up and slapped her on the back, honestly!”
Gabe was that guy, anyway. It might not happen. Those drinks look promising, four or five of them might be a slammin’ good time. He’d stop after that. Make his best attempt to, anyway. If he doesn’t, well, people make mistakes…you really wanna be one of those people who get peeved at others for their weaknesses? That’s not right. Only when the person is not working on it, right?
That’s not Gabe. He works on it all the time. Say it's Tuesday, around noon, he won’t even though he has before. That’s progress! Or he had a friend who said, just last week, “hey man, you want a brew?” And Gabe said, “No. I’m better off without it.” Then he waited. He had to wait. Gabe doesn’t truly believe he’s better off until he waits. That’s the truth.
Tonight’s tough for him, because, as already mentioned, everyone’s just starting out. He’s watching them and wants in. One girl’s already tripping over herself but she can’t hold down two drinks without trying to wrestle you and claim she can pin you, no problem, because her guy knows mixed martial arts. Everyone else is doing well, 'though. Wait, just hold on, he tells himself, you’re gonna see you’re making the right choice real soon.
He remembers a time this girl says, “Hey, what’s going on? Do you want to kiss me or not?” It was out of nowhere, he hardly knew her! Sober Gabe would’ve blown it. Instead he was equipped with just the right amount and said, “I’ve been wanting to all night.” That was a lie but who cared. It sounded alright. She smiled. He smiled, they kissed, what the hell, right. Without that liquid courage, who knows, Gabe probably would've found his words after she walked off and started locking lips with some other a*****e.
Gabe scanned the room. The women tonight aren't hazy ideas, no, he’s not wearing his beer-goggles, they’re goddamn stunners! He might need some, just a little, to have a moment with them. Gabe didn't want to be there like Gatsby, picking his words carefully, because they just know something's up. It's hard work trying to keep up the smooth, cool as hell, saying all the right things nonsense without a little help. Even Gatsby needed Nick.
Once Gabe got a drink thrown on him. The reason was one he immediately forgot.
“I’d rather you just hand it to me, I would have drank it, why’d you waste it? Ya dumb cooze!” Gabe blinked several times, rubbed at his eyes, licked his lips, and came to the decision having to start the clock over wasn't worth it...some time behind him was better than going back to day one. And he started to wait.
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2 Reviews Added on July 12, 2014 Last Updated on February 7, 2015 AuthorC.M GroganVAAboutI enjoy writing fiction. ...used to tell a number of ridiculous stories as a child and that gradually turned into a love of story-tellin.. more..Writing
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