CHULANE
Oh great, so she was amused by all of this. Well, it was better to make a girl laugh than it was to make her scream in terror, at least. Still, a grin is on my lips even as the alcohol burns its way down my oesophagus, the stubborn fool that apparently exists within drunk Chuy refusing to let it show just how unpleasant it is, instead only offering a chuckle as Kia hisses at the burning sensation.
I keep sipping at my drink, letting the cider and whisky swirl on my tongue before swallowing in a gulp as Kia responds to my offer. Suddenly, it feels like things have gotten a lot more serious, though the sober Chuy hiding within me might later realise that it was simply because she lowered her voice so that only we could hear her words, causing me to lean in closer to her. Drunk Chuy is currently at the helm, and he hears her words and so desperately wants to respond without mumbling or slurring his words.
"More than anything else." I manage to say, softly, but hopefully still clearly enough for just her to hear, a genuine smile on my face. With my arm still slung over her shoulder, I gently run my hand up and down her arm, tracing playful paths along her forearm with my fingers.
'FIFTEEN,' someone else shouted in the pub, and I winked at Kia before returning my attention back to the room, content to sit back and watch the game evolve without my participation while my thoughts drunkenly danced around in my head.
I keep sipping at my drink, letting the cider and whisky swirl on my tongue before swallowing in a gulp as Kia responds to my offer. Suddenly, it feels like things have gotten a lot more serious, though the sober Chuy hiding within me might later realise that it was simply because she lowered her voice so that only we could hear her words, causing me to lean in closer to her. Drunk Chuy is currently at the helm, and he hears her words and so desperately wants to respond without mumbling or slurring his words.
"More than anything else." I manage to say, softly, but hopefully still clearly enough for just her to hear, a genuine smile on my face. With my arm still slung over her shoulder, I gently run my hand up and down her arm, tracing playful paths along her forearm with my fingers.
'FIFTEEN,' someone else shouted in the pub, and I winked at Kia before returning my attention back to the room, content to sit back and watch the game evolve without my participation while my thoughts drunkenly danced around in my head.
Freedom is secured not by the fulfilling of one's desires
but by the removal of desire
but by the removal of desire
