Jaine Hannath

Alcohol

– Give me more she silently asked. What is polite?

Will they notice if she pours herself another glass of “full-ripe plumy” red wine?

She had already had a strong gin and tonic when she came home from work. It did the trick –relaxed her, made the edges fuzzy, and now a dinner party.

Barry loved to entertain.

Barry and his old army pal Mike, both pissed on a bottle of Bells – a bottle, not a few drinks.

Mike had tucked his penis between his legs and walking from the pool, he looked like a girl with his dark bush of pubic hair. Pour me wine she thought

Actually, she reached for the bottle and helped herself.

Four bottles of wine between four people. Ha!

She knew she could avoid a hangover if she stopped at one bottle – but who would count the drinks?

That night she had a dream of a green talking door. The door asked, “If I was drunk and you were a policeman would you arrest me?” – Damn right she would! – Or maybe not then.

Back then she was still too much of a “nice girl”, a nice girl who would kick Barry’s cat or chase it terrified around the house. The cat cowering away, frightened, shitting itself in fear until she, feral now, chased it outside the house to triumphantly throw water on it. She could almost feel orgasmic pleasure at the cat’s distress.

Of course I’d arrest you – you mad fuck!

You mad fuck!

Of course I’d arrest you!
She could almost feel orgasmic pleasure at the cat’s distress. The cat cowering away, frightened, shitting itself in fear until she, feral now, chased it outside the house to triumphantly throw on it.

Back then she was still too much of a “nice girl”. A nice girl? Who would kick Barry’s cat or chase it terrified around the house?

That night she had a dream of a green talking door. The door asked, “If I was drunk, and you were a policeman would you arrest me?” – Damn right she would! – Or maybe not then.

She knew she could avoid a hangover if she stopped at one bottle – but who would count the drinks?

Four bottles of wine between four people. Ha!

Actually, she reached for the bottle and helped herself.

Pour me the wine she thought. (Mike had tucked his penis between his legs and walking from the pool he looked like a girl with his dark bush of pubic hair.) Barry and his old army pal Mike, both pissed on a bottle of Bells – a bottle, not a few drinks – Barry loved to entertain.

She had already had a strong gin and tonic when she had come home from work. It did the trick – relaxed her, made the edges fuzzy, and now a dinner party.
Will they notice if she pours herself another glass of “full-ripe plumy” red wine?
Give me more, she silently asked. What is polite?

Alcohol.

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