One Too Many is Never Enough {Desdemona-Rose/Alfer}
Apr 2, 2018 10:04:03 GMT -5
Post by kap on Apr 2, 2018 10:04:03 GMT -5
Desdemona-Rose Nomkhubulwane
“I need another drink. Pass me one, will ya, ‘Tonio?” I said to my brother. He handed me another beer and my dad scowled at me. It wasn’t the drinking he was bothered by, though. He just hated nicknames. He didn’t like the idea of his children not being referred to by their full names. Antonio-Ren, however, didn’t roll off the tongue as well as Tonio did, and Rosie was much easier for people to say and remember than Desdemona-Rose. Even though he didn’t like us calling one another by nicknames, though, there wasn’t really anything else that seemed to ever bother him. He wasn’t strict. He’d actually been a lot more reserved with what he says ever since mom passed away.
“Thanks,” I told Tonio. He gave a weak smile, as he knew I was drinking far more than I should have been. This was my third drink, and I was only a little tipsy. Who knew how many I’d have to drink before I would consider myself sufficiently drunk enough to stop? Usually, it took quite a few, and I’m not entirely sure why. Tonio is much bigger than me, but it doesn’t take nearly as much to get him intoxicated.
After I’d had a couple more drinks, Tonion spoke up as I reached for another.
“Rosie, you need to stop,” he said, grabbing my wrist. I glared at him. Had he just tried to stop me? Clearly he had. What did he think he was doing? No one was supposed to ever tell me know. It was my own body and that meant that, surely, I should be allowed to make my own decisions rather than letting my eldest brother making them for me. I pulled my wrist away from Tonio, which took quite a bit of effort, and decided to tell him what was on my mind in that very moment.
“No, I don’t.” Surprisingly, despite my words being slurred, they were still able to be understood. At least, I hoped they were.
“Yes, Rosie, you do. You’re beyond the point you should be at already. I help dad make this stuff, so I know what it can do to people, and you need to chill out,” Tonio insisted, hand on my shoulder. I shrugged his hand away and stood up from my seat on the couch.
“Fine!” I shouted a bit louder than I had initially expected to. Then, I shoved my feet into my boots and stormed out the door. Although, due to being rather disoriented, I certainly didn’t take a straight line to get there and nearly ran into the door frame when I tried to leave. I meandered down the street, even though I wasn’t entirely sure where exactly it was that I was headed. I walked for about ten minutes or so before I heard someone nearby. It was the middle of the day, so most people were at work or school, not out on the streets of the District. It was actually a bit strange to see someone near my age when I found the source of the sound, rather than an animal, an adult, or some lost little kid.
At this point, it seemed like this boy who’d drawn my attention hadn’t done so intentionally. He was cute, but it also seemed like he’d been watching me. In my drunken state, I honestly wasn’t sure whether I wanted to beat him up for being a little stalker or to flirt with him because he was so damn attractive. It didn’t take long to make a decision, though, as I didn’t even think about it. It was almost as if things were just unfolding on their own. I guess that’s what happens when you’re beyond drunk. Life just makes your choices for you.
“Hey cutie,” I said, drawing out the latter of the two words I spoke. “What’cha up ta? Spyin' on me?” I said, my words starting to blend together as I said them. I followed it up with a cute giggle, although I'm not quite sure where that came from.
“Thanks,” I told Tonio. He gave a weak smile, as he knew I was drinking far more than I should have been. This was my third drink, and I was only a little tipsy. Who knew how many I’d have to drink before I would consider myself sufficiently drunk enough to stop? Usually, it took quite a few, and I’m not entirely sure why. Tonio is much bigger than me, but it doesn’t take nearly as much to get him intoxicated.
After I’d had a couple more drinks, Tonion spoke up as I reached for another.
“Rosie, you need to stop,” he said, grabbing my wrist. I glared at him. Had he just tried to stop me? Clearly he had. What did he think he was doing? No one was supposed to ever tell me know. It was my own body and that meant that, surely, I should be allowed to make my own decisions rather than letting my eldest brother making them for me. I pulled my wrist away from Tonio, which took quite a bit of effort, and decided to tell him what was on my mind in that very moment.
“No, I don’t.” Surprisingly, despite my words being slurred, they were still able to be understood. At least, I hoped they were.
“Yes, Rosie, you do. You’re beyond the point you should be at already. I help dad make this stuff, so I know what it can do to people, and you need to chill out,” Tonio insisted, hand on my shoulder. I shrugged his hand away and stood up from my seat on the couch.
“Fine!” I shouted a bit louder than I had initially expected to. Then, I shoved my feet into my boots and stormed out the door. Although, due to being rather disoriented, I certainly didn’t take a straight line to get there and nearly ran into the door frame when I tried to leave. I meandered down the street, even though I wasn’t entirely sure where exactly it was that I was headed. I walked for about ten minutes or so before I heard someone nearby. It was the middle of the day, so most people were at work or school, not out on the streets of the District. It was actually a bit strange to see someone near my age when I found the source of the sound, rather than an animal, an adult, or some lost little kid.
At this point, it seemed like this boy who’d drawn my attention hadn’t done so intentionally. He was cute, but it also seemed like he’d been watching me. In my drunken state, I honestly wasn’t sure whether I wanted to beat him up for being a little stalker or to flirt with him because he was so damn attractive. It didn’t take long to make a decision, though, as I didn’t even think about it. It was almost as if things were just unfolding on their own. I guess that’s what happens when you’re beyond drunk. Life just makes your choices for you.
“Hey cutie,” I said, drawing out the latter of the two words I spoke. “What’cha up ta? Spyin' on me?” I said, my words starting to blend together as I said them. I followed it up with a cute giggle, although I'm not quite sure where that came from.
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