Drop #41: Fiend

‘Will you pour me a drink?’

‘Sure. What would you like?’

‘The good stuff. Balvenie on the rocks.’

‘Oh.’

‘What?’

‘There’s no more Balvenie.’

‘What do you mean there’s no more Balvenie? We had a whole bottle. A litre.’

‘Yeah, it’s done.’

‘I never even tasted it.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes. We only bought it six weeks ago!’

Exactly, he thought. Six whole weeks! He’d finished it in three. He poured them both a Johnny Walker rocks – he’d bought a bottle in the meantime, which was still half full. He poured himself another soon after.

Later that night they got ready to go out to a club. She looked great in a short gray dress and boots and he already looked forward to getting home so they could fuck, though it was nowhere near a sure thing.

‘Maybe I’ll have a small bump of coke before we leave,’ she said. ‘I’m feeling a bit tired.’

‘Oh.’

‘What is it?’

‘Well…’

‘Don’t tell me you snorted all the coke too!’

‘It was only a gram and we have had it for more than two weeks!’

‘Jesus, Doug!’

‘What? I’m a fiend, baby. I thought you knew that.’

He really did, though he also knew she forgot it sometimes. Maybe it was something to do with love.

By E.M. Vireo

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4 Responses to Drop #41: Fiend

  1. Loved the end. Loved it all, but loved the end, the smash-bang of it. Same as with all your drops.

  2. elgourmethk says:

    Very cool post dude! The end was wicked! Still though how can you run out of Balvanie!

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