04-24-2009, 11:38 PM
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Something happened then, something he could not protest to in his drunkenness; sobriety and a clear mind were his closest friends, and the situation he ended up in somehow explained why. The process of sobering up was long from beginning, but as the two suddenly intertwined bodies and fluids, it was as if the one-eyed idiot hadn't the slightest idea where or who he was, what he was doing, or... what he would feel about later. Alcohol demanded no immediate regrets: but when the time passed, surely they would surface.
He didn't love her. He didn't even know her, and yet he had somehow been seduced into a fantasy he'd never fancied. The girl hadn't even muttered a name, he would realize later, but one way or another he'd become some sort of vessel for her. Regardless, he wouldn't remember it later. No, he would only regret it, not hope for the feeling and thrill again. He would be a wreck... but that would come later.