HS RP: Drink the Pain Away.

Alcohol, a wonderful escape for some, a substance that makes everything better for others, a liquid that to some is better than life itself, a way of life to others. This is one of the most popular liquids in all of history, it is talked about in everything from the bible to the latest edition of “Cosmo”. The problems arise when we try to use alcohol for things that weren’t intended, actually in those situations, we might actually make what we were trying to forget all that much more real.
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I know I’m drunk when the bartender has been telling me you’ve had enough two hours ago. I don’t care though, the vodka takes the edge off, and it makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.


Bartender: Ok listen buddy, I’m only still serving you because you can still keep a coherent sentence and you are paying double for every shot.

Dane: You are a good guy.


I put another ten on the bar and he pours me two more shots. I am pretty sure that I should get more than that, but who am I to question the man pouring my drinks, I mean at least he keeps pouring them. I grab the first with my right hand and the other one with my left hand.


Dane: CHECK OUT WHAT I CAN DO!


That came out much louder than I wanted it to be, but who cares, I got the whole bar’s attention now. I drink the first one and than the second one in about 5 seconds before slamming both glasses back onto the counter so hard they shatter. The sound of the shattering turns down everything in the bar, I look right into the bartender’s face and he appears to be screaming at me, but I can’t hear a word of it, I smile and giggle a little looking down at my handy work on the bar, the glass is everywhere and I slowly lift up my hands and look at them.


Dane: Hahahahahaha, I’m bleeding.


I realize I should be in enough pain to pass out, but I feel nothing but euphoria. Oh vodka you make me happy, slowly however the blood on my hands begins to pulse everywhere, its dripping on my pants and I begin to feel sick. The bartender is still yelling at me and now he is on the phone, I wonder who he is calling, I hope its not the cops, I have to wrestle soon, I wonder if I’ll be cleared with these cuts, doesn’t matter, I told them all I was there to win, and damnit that’s what I’ll do. I’ll rock there faces off, for some reason I always find that funny when somebody says it.


Dane: Hehehehehehehheheehe


That’s me laughing, crap, maybe I’m drunker than I thought. Well at least my hands don’t hurt, but I can‘t help but stare at all the blood.


Man’s Voice: Think you would be used to blood on your hands by now.


I turn my head to quickly to the right and almost fall off my stool, but I caught myself, and I look right into his eyes. He has the same smug look that he always had, that stupid ing black, leather coat, and he is drinking a bottle a beer, that bunghole never changes. He turns and smiles at me.


Man: Oh Dane, drinking away your sad, sad life. I’ll be honest if I was you, I’d be drinking it all away as well. You in your crap hole apartment, visiting graveyards, getting yelled at by your dead girlfriend’s mom. Oooo, that’s pretty rough buddy.

Dane: What the hell, you skipped town after it all went down, why the hell are you here?

Man: Dane, you simple, simple guy. You always think craps so cut and dry don’t you. Well I sure proved you wrong, how long did they put you away for again? 7 years right. I’m sure that was hard.

Dane: How? Why? I just don’t understand

Man: Danny boy I thought with all this time you would of gotten it by now, I always wanted what you had, and when I couldn’t have it. I took it, and destroyed you. It all worked out in the end for me.

Dane: I hate when you call me that, and someday I’ll prove what really happened.

Man: You would have to find me first.

Dane: Find you, your right here.


I figure now is my chance, he is off guard, I’ll take him down right now. I spring from my stool, and hit the hard wood floor, the pain in my hands has returned and I can now hear the bartender.


Bartender: crap! You alright???

Dane: Where the did Todd go?

Bartender: Don’t try and move man I call the paramedics they will be here soon.


I don’t know why he didn’t answer my question, it was straight forward. I go to stand up, but the minute I put any pressure on my hands the pain is so intense I feel like I’m going to die.


Bartender: DON’T MOVE! You are hurt real bad.

Dane: WHERE DID TODD GO?!

Bartender: Oh god I hope those paramedics get here quick.


As if by some act of god, the paramedics rush into the front door, I stare at them, as they rush over to me.


Paramedic: What happened here?

Bartender: He had a lot to drink, than he slammed two shot glasses down on the bar and they shattered and cut the hell out of his hands.

Paramedic: How did he end up on the floor.

Dane: I was trying to get Todd.

Paramedic: Sir, don’t try and talk.

Bartender: He leaped from his stool, I don’t know why.

Dane: I WAS TRYING TO GET TODD!

Paramedic: Sir, settle down, and please don’t talk.

Bartender: I don’t know what he has been saying but every since he cut his hands he has been mumbling.


Well if he didn’t understand me, than he is an idiot cause I’ve been speaking perfect English. My eyes start to grow heavy and the world begins to spin.


Paramedic: crap, he is passing out from blood loss.


Well that doesn’t sound good for me, I look up one more time to see Todd standing proudly leaning against the wall, smiling that damn grin at me. He waves to me as my world goes black.


Fin