drinking buddies [tavo&ursula]

Sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke
Sip the gossip, burn down your throat

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Cheap booze was the way to go, and I knew that damn well. It might not have always tasted as good, but it was just as effective if not more so than the other stuff, and it didn't put as much of a dent in my financial wellness. Sure, I could afford better stuff, but what really was the point? I only ever spent that extra little bit when there was a special occasion of some sort. So, today was another day for Jerry's cheap rum.

I made my way to the guy's house, which wasn't too bad of a walk for me: maybe fifteen or twenty minutes away from my place. Kicking a rock along as I walked for the last few minutes of the walk, my attention was eventually drawn elsewhere when I saw a familiar figure just outside of Jerry's house, right next to the door pouring a bottle of booze down his throat like he desperately needed it. To be fair, I knew this guy, and he probably did need it, given his habits.

As I approached, he noticed me too.

"Hey Ursula," he greeted me. A smirk crossed my face.

"Hey Tavo. Looks like today's the day for a liquor run for both of us, then?" I respond, taking a seat beside him. "How're you holding up?"

I look at the bottle he has in his hands and see he has a second one by his side as well.

"Mind if I take one of those? I'll buy you another," I ask and offer. "Or I can buy you some of the pricier stuff for once. You know, as a treat."

I let out a slight chuckle when I say this. Both of us are more inclined to buy cheap booze, but that doesn't mean we'd turn down the good stuff if it were offered. Or at least, I don't imagine Tavo would pass it up.

Although I knew I shouldn't be feeding into his drinking problem, and I was starting to develop one myself, I couldn't really help it. It was the support that I could give him: being his drinking buddy. So, I figured I'd at least offer to make it a little more pleasant for once and get him something that tasted a bit better if he wanted it.

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lyrics: "Gossip" by Måneskin
word count: 379
tag: bugambilia

Sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke
Sip the gossip, burn down your throat

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It was pretty clear that Tavo wasn't doing too well. In all honesty, I probably didn't need to ask him. He admitted how poorly things were going before jokingly pondering my offer about the pricier alcohol. I knew what he was going to say about it, but the way he pretended to 'consider his options' made a slight smile appear on my face.

A grin appeared on Tavo's visage showing we'd both appreciated the little joke, and he then accepted my offer. It really wasn't the best for either of us to be drinking this much, but neither of us had tried to stop it at this point. It was a bit out of hand, honestly, but for some reason, I didn't feel like I even wanted to try to stop it.

It was nice to have a form of relief in the day's stresses. Sure, people have told me that alcohol is a depressant, but I'm often depressed anyway, so what different does it make, really? It's possible to make it worse, I suppose, but if anything, it makes me feel a little bit better, at least for the period of time that the alcohol is running through my veins.

"Yeah," I said with a slight laugh when he said he couldn't turn down my offer. "I know. I'd take the offer too. I'll give you a few options later and you can pick something out."

The next thing Tavo said was a change of topic, whether intentional or not, asking if I had dyed my hair again recently. It was a valid question, since I had— I'd done it a few days ago. I made my own hair dye with vibrant plants and berries, which took me a few days to craft (after making sure they weren't poisonous first, of course). When it was done, I'd used it to color my hair. I had to do it pretty frequently, though, or it'd start to fade, since it wasn't anything all too permanent. I hadn't quite figured out how to fix that problem yet.

"A couple days ago, yeah," I confirmed. "Thanks," I said, grateful for the compliment.

He passed me the other bottle and I took the top off of it, taking a swig. The burn passing down my throat felt wonderful.

"And thanks for that, too," I told him with a smirk.

I looked at him for a moment with the smirk still on my face for a second.

"Maybe we should color your hair sometime too. I think it would suit you." I gave a chuckle with my suggestion and waited to see what he had to say.

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lyrics: "Gossip" by Måneskin
word count: 433
tag: bugambilia