Sobriety is a curable condition
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Allegro!

A wide smile crossed his face. Grasping the corners of his mouth and drawing them towards his ear. A warm feeling filled his chest, and buzzed through his extremities. The young male peered through the cracked and broke glass, a child looking pass the glass of a candy store. His black-gloved paw pressed gently against the dirty window, while the rest of him yearned to be inside. It pained him to be just of reach, but as much as he knew he would enjoy being inside Heath basked in the anticipation. Giving in, the male walked swiftly passed the door, its glass panels long gone. Stepping through the glass carelessly the male walked passed the counter, the aisle of discarded item and like a laser beam headed strait towards the back shelf.

The city was interesting, or had been. Now it was a dream come true.

A hand moved slowly to the bottles that sat on the shelf. They spoke to him, calling his name and the male whispered sweetly to them, oui, mon amour . It had been some time since he had felt the burning taste and bitter sweetness of the buzz. His tail wagged mindlessly behind him as golden eyes scanned over the assortment. Though he spoke French, his taste was Russian. Immediately the beast greedily took the necks of two clear bottles. The vodka was cheep, and Heath knew it would burn best. Smile remaining the beast strode out of the building, eyes glancing backwards for one farewell goodbye to those that had been left behind.

The cap fell to the crumbled concrete, lost and not needed. There would be nothing left to save. Starting with one handle the male strode down the street, the air clear with spring’s prospect. It was pleasant, a day for exploring and adventure. Heath was far more apt to drink it away. Too eager to find a place to sit and rest while enjoying the drink Heath took on the task of drinking and walk all at once. Rounded neck tipped as he pressed the opening to his lips, standing in the middle of the road the male took the first throat-burning swig.

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I feel horrible that this is so late... It's really crappy since I'm busy with feeling bad. D:


The cold, burning sensation of the alcohol running down her throat gave Allegro nothing but pure happiness. She was clutching the bottle of swig in her paws, held tightly in her grasp. She had lately felt tense and up tight but the beer made her feel loose and stress free. All she had yearned for was to see the day the young woman would do nothing but sit back, relax and drink. With the worry over her mate and transforming into a Luperci, it was hard to realize when that day would come or if it had already came. She hoped that the day had finally came and that day was today, the one day where she was relaxing.


Instantly after drinking the alcohol, Allegro felt woozey. Her head throbbed with a slight pain but she paid no notice to it. Continuing to drink from the cup, she was suddenly certain that she would be able to relax, even if it meant she had to be drunk doing it. It was her second time with alcohol after the one time where she had tried it and became hooked. Allegro was over a year old by a few months but she knew that she shouldn't be drinking as much as she would. But, heck, she was trying to relax, right? Alcohol could give it to her, she knew.


Allegro became impaitent with herself. Bored, too. Tired as well. She stood up from her squating position and padded over to a tree. The young woman heard some slurping noises and realized it was another wolf. Oh, great. Someone to ruin her night. Allegro grimly thought of ideas of who could it be. Probably another silly little male too drunk for his own good. Or an annoying, high pitched female who wanted to press her buttons. Allegro walked from the tree over to the person, noticing it was indeed a male. She moaned quietly at the thoughts.


"Hey. Who are you, buddy?" Allegro said, taking another sloppy swig of her drink. She was not drunk. Yet.

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I love you the soft whispers that he purred to the bottle hug limply from his hand emitted from his throat were almost inaudible. If there was one thing the male found comforting, it was the sting and burn of the hard liquor. The clear substance wet his lips numbing them and trailing down his chin. He wiped it from under his mouth, and not wanting to waste a single bit, licked the vodka from the back of his hand. The large handled bottle was half empty, and the feeling began to hush t his head. His steps were rocky and he dragged to toes lazily. He didn’t fight the feeling like some might, he only succumbed to it and enjoyed the unraveling of his control.

Down the road he went, a song from his childhood rolling through his mind but he only tried to hum the tune. Gold eyes focused on what they could, the blue sky, a floating cloud, a tree branch, a wolf’s face, the red door of a dilapidated building. Heath walked carelessly towards the female that stood before him until her voice brought his mind into focus. He gave his mane a shake, the hair standing on end from the base of his neck to between his ear like usual. It took a moment for him to process her words and he stepped out of his buzzed state for a few seconds.

There was liquor, some where and Heath could smell it on her breath and from some where else. He smiled, Hey. His voice stretched, as he wondered how truly luck he was to find such a plentiful supply of vodka as well as someone to share his time with. The lean male looked down with a glint on his honey hued gaze and spoke, Heath. Introducing himself the tawny male rested the bottle on the ground, though his fingers still clung to it, and found himself eye level with the four legged fey. A toothy grin matched his words, At your service. As he spoke he tipped his bottle to her cup, letting the vodka spill into it.

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Allegro let out a high pitched, strained giggle and looked up at the male. Heath, he said his name was. She giggled again, this time louder, and took a swig on her drink while giggling. Giggling and drinking don't mix so Allegro choked a little before burping slightly. She tightened her grip on the bottle and prevented herself from drinking anymore. She smiled at Heath and hoped he took it as an apology for her disgusting behavior.


"Nice,"Burp. "to meet you." Another burp. "I'm Allergy... Allegro," Allegro uttered, giggling again, bringing the bottle up to Heath's and crashing it against it for a toast. "Here's a toast to... a lot of beer and vodka, baby!" Allegro's mind was running with strange, unsought thoughts. They were tugging her down and it was a horrible feeling. Until, that is, the young woman starting drink the hard, burning liquid. From then on, it was nothing but a pleasureable sensation.

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He let his body sit on the concrete, a broken piece providing a suitable seat. Black colored paw cocked the bottle strait then her cup began to over flow. Fighting the urge to sip the lost liquid from the ground Heath said a silent ‘good bye’ to the fallen goodness and brought his focus back to the prize that had so sweetly slipped into his life. His smile didn’t falter, and he raised his bottle as she did.

It was the place just passed the first few drinks. More then the buzz, but less then full blown drunkenness. He felt as if he pull himself out of it all together, remove his mind from the liquor and be sober. He didn’t want to, and didn’t want the option. Taking more down, he savored the pain that he hoped wouldn’t fade. Honey eyes watched her, taking in the looseness she exhibited.

Well Allergyo, What brings you out, in plain day with your friend here? He teased while nodding towards the drink she held.

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Allegro giggled at Heath's comment. Her little buddy right here was a lot more than a friend. In fact, the bottle was almost glued to the young woman's hand. She wanted never to part from the damn piece of glass; it was that amazing to her. She brought it to her lips and took a large swig, feeling the burning sensation pass through her lips into her mouth, down her throat. Ah. Allegro was instantly relaxed. But only for a moment. She was reaching her 'sloppy drunk mode' right about now.


"W-what? Dis little buddy? Dis is Mr. Bottle, mah best friend," Allegro said, giggling slightly after. Then came a burp. She took a step toward the man, Heath, and swaggered a little bit, losing her balance. She fell on the ground, giggling some more as she looked into the man's eyes with a blank, bored expression in her eyes.


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Mixing whatever she was drinking, by the scent maybe something malted, with his sharp clear vodka was certainly dangerous. He knew not to mix, mainly wine and hard alcohol, or suffer the dire consequences. But she didn't seem to see the danger in it, and Heath being the gentleman he was just let her suck it all down. A lazy smile reached his face, the mere sight of her making his laugh. It was a childish giggle as he watched her fall to the ground.

It took a prolonged moment for him to get off his tail, smile gone as he felt the concern rise in his head. On his own feet he felt uneasy, but strong arms reach for her. He wasn't sure what he was hoping to do, she was already on the ground so he wasn't able to catch her before she fell. Instead he could only reach in hopes of helping back to her feet. With a smile back on his face he spoke, Come on now little lady, no need to give up so soon.

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