-where art takes us-

alcoholic

As I come by a convenience store and decide to pull over. I don't know my way around town yet so it's my first time seeing this store or any kind of store. Which is why I should keep that one in mind.

I hope the selection is bigger than the store looks, otherwise, I won't find anything in there except candy bars, alcohol, and cigarettes. The most important goods of our time. At least the ones that sell best.

I enter the store and am greeted with the familiar sound of bells but nobody else that might say hi or have any kind of manners...! Thank you for that. I can already see what kind of shit hole this is. But it's fine I am not here to find true love but to buy energy, some kind of pain killers just in case I tear that shit up accidentally, alcohol and pudding because my smart ass forgot to pack lunch.

I am aware that there is also food at school, but I don't tackle that shit anymore. This is pure chemistry and it also tastes shitty. That's why I am on the hunt for PUDDING. I know so much healthier... but...hear me out. It's pudding, right? And pudding is superior.

So I roam the aisles looking for things I desire. On my way to the cashier with everything crammed in my grip, I caught sight of the devil himself with an obvious nicotine addiction. I talk behind his back so he notices me later than I anticipated. "You know, people who smoke take at least 10 years off their life expectancy. You get smelly hair, by the way, it does look like it stinks, and you could become infertile and get erectile dysfunctions. I don't know about you but do you want to become unbangable? Because it really looks like you've made that your life goal.".

Eddie's brain stopped working and he just stares in my direction. "Excuse you! What the fuck." he says indignantly.

I smile at him amused by his reaction. "Oh, I am just worried about your love life... Of course, the prerequisite for this would be that you had on." I tell him with an obvious fake worried expression.

I am actually not sure what came over me to tease him like that. For some stupid reason, I seem not to be worried about my well-being anymore. The adrenaline from this morning is probably still kicking in.

"What's your problem princess?", he spits the nickname with all the disgust he could put in his voice "For someone who lectures me about smoking you don't seem to take your own advice. You know vodka may be a little too strong for you. How about some prosecco. Still alcoholic but less I am going to guzzle my brain away. You know I am just worried about your last two brain cells." he conters...

I am surprised he took it so calmly and didn't try to murder me on the spot. I guess I got lucky. Still, I glare at him and shout after him while he is leaving that there are more uses for vodka than drinking it and that if I would want to drink I'm no pussy.

He answers by waving his hand over his shoulder without looking back and says mockingly "sure princess".